The usual

The image of a writer seems to be non-consumerist and sometimes, when conscience dictates, I try to be 100 percent non-consumerist. Yet wind up buying things I should not really: music, movies, and way too many books. So where would this leave my writing? Or more precisely where does this leave me? Yet I found myself still trying to write the next Oscar winner, and cleaning my fridge more than usual, and doing writerly jobs I value very much.

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