I Am A Writer

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Now it is official. I am most definitely a writer. I have a new space to write in, with a desk, a new lamp, all of my books, computer, pens, pencils, paper..., my own space to work! Now I really feel like a writer. I even have some inspiration for a new poem, so I'm eager to get started!

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Anonymous said…
Thought of the Day:
"It is better to create than to learn! Creating is the essence of life." - Julius Caesar

Keep creating great poems and you will be what you create. Great!

Love
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
j said…
Congratulations on getting a place of your own. I think it is important (especially in a house with four kids!).

Looking forward to reading more,

Jennifer
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Descartes said…
Congrats on the new space, a b it small, but any port in a storm. Did that say ALL your books? All my books barely fit in the house, let alone on a small table.

I like the lamp, too.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Lumina said…
You WERE a writer (wonderful one by the way...) who just got an "official" space to create. :)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Angela said…
Yes. Isn't it lovely. Did I say all of my books? Well, not all, but some of the important ones, anyway. I was just sitting on the living room couch, so this feels great, and much more private and peaceful. I love it!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Anonymous said…
I already knew you were a writer, a wonderful one too--but I know that feeling of finally having your own space just for writing. Somehow it makes one feel so much more like a serious writer.

May you continue writing poetry that speaks to the hearts of survivors everywhere!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Sunny said…
I'm so happy you have your own space...every woman needs that. :)

Happy writing!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Anonymous said…
I was just missing you and catching up on your blog and saw your Syd pic in your special place.
She loves you, too, and asks about you often. See you're busy with your mom (that's wonderful, btw) so let me know when we can see you.
Love (((((((((((((you)))))))))))))
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Laura said…
Angela:
I think it was Virginia Woolf who wrote about how women need a "room of our own" to do . . . whatever. I share a studio with my husband and it isn't the same, but it's better than just spreading out on the couch (I know that one very well!)
Keep up the good work - it looks divine!

~Laura
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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