I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.
Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.
It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.
Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.
Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.