I am a morning writer I am writing at eight-thirty in longhand and I keep at it until twelve-thirty when I go for a swim. Then I come back have lunch and read in the afternoon until I take my walk for the next day's writing.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
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As soon as I began it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote...
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When love is at its best one loves so much that he cannot forget.