Art begins with resistance – at the point where the resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor. – Andre Gide
Confession: It is 3 pm and I’ve opened a bottle of wine.
I’m not a big drinker, for obvious reasons. I’m a nurse, I like my liver, and that liver is already working overtime to deal with Sprycel.
You know, the drug that’s saving my life.
But, occasionally, I have a glass of wine. Red, white, I’ll even have a – decent – glass of rose. Just one. With friends. On a Friday. To beef about an erhm, interesting week.
My feet are wet. My eyes are propped open with toothpicks. My fingers are freezing.
I am trying to bring said fingers back to life by typing.
(So far, I’ve had to rewrite these 150 words three times, so I’m not sure it’s working.)