I'm depressed.
Jane's depressed.
Anyone else out there depressed?
Writing is a lonely business. Maybe that's why I read so much, you can't be lonely and depressed while you're in a really good book. No, you travel the world, become another person, have adventures, love affair, sometimes a strange new life. Commit murder. Hang. Be buried. Become a vampire. See, I feel better all ready.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Too depressed to write.
Posted by Mary Church
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I am learning to live with depression, by following the patterns and habits, and making good where it usually goes bad. It's a struggle. Follow this and you will find me, and I am writing. I won't stop again.
We will see each other soon. Isn't that great, something to look forward to. And I am writing you something special.
I've come home, sister. The Witch of Atlas is about mapping the interior of your mind, charting unknown territories. It's the one poem that Mary Shelley did not like, and now I know why.
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