Writing on the train this morning, remembering that I wrote my first book mostly on Metronorth while I commuted to work in the city, and most of my second book, too. Both of the those books started in long hand in notebooks. I just heard from a friend who reminded me of something I said when I was new mom. I became a very efficient writer because I was paying a babysitter. Which reminded me of Isaac Asimov who said that he wrote fast because he had to put a dime in for every ten minutes on a rented typewriter. Well, I hate nostalgia, so I’ll stop here.

It’s 9:22 a.m. Do you know where your pages are?

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