The world, which presently consists of going back and forth between Mexico City and Nashville, is my desk. I carry it around with me on my way to work on the Metro, taking a ride to Chapultepec Park on the old city busses, and on my way back home on the airplane. No matter where I am, I am the type of writer who is constantly working on a something. I cannot help myself. Thoughts are always flooding my mind as I go from here to there and from place to place. Little episodes flash before my eyes, and I need to write the details as quickly as possible before they're gone. Although imperfect and not entirely clear, it is at least a start...Who knows if they will ever come back, and if I don't write them down I will be left with nothing.
When I am able to be in one place long enough to sit down and actually just write, it isn't easy. Being quite the busy body that I am, I get bored just sitting there and would need a lifetime supply of coffee, suckers, Cheese-its, and cigerettes (if I still smoked ;) ) to get me through.
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