The blank page stares at me. I have to write something. Anything! I promised myself that I would do it. Maybe someday the things I write will be coherent again. For now, they're just something to make sure I hold myself to my promise to write again.
My cat fights with the blinds behind me, trying to look out the window while I fight with my mind, trying to get it to produce something worth writing.
It will come. It always does.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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The key is simply to start writing, anything, even if it's not good. Once you start, the words start to flow more easily.
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