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Yes, me too: 2005 was one of my most unproductive writing years to date. Nothing finished between May and December. Very bad. And one reason is that I worked this year more than I have since early 2000- wandered into a spate of full-time shifts in mid-March, thought Make the most of it because it won't last, and was nonplussed when various staff and parents kept on booking me for weeks at a time. I'm beginning to be referred to as 911-JEANNE: 'in an emergency call'. This, while flattering and remunerative, doesn't leave me much time or energy to do the empty-headed walking about and muttering to myself routine that I need for inspiration.
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