I write surrounded by the many inspirations I hold dear. These inspirations relentlessly pull me forward. Their natural aptitude for mental stimulation is the grip that propels me onward. Their hold as firm as the affinity I have for my needful things: 1.) Buford, my beloved 1938 Underwood Universal/Champion Portable typewriter, 2.) the rare ribbon I need for said typewriter, 3.) the lead from my #2 pencil, 4.) the assortment of notepads and audio recorders I use, 5.) the paper on which I write, 6.) the paper on which I type, and 7.) the ink with which I use to paint the world. My office is both my sanctuary and my peace. It is the singular space that holds my magic.

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