No words will come out. All my body wants is to sleep. Truth is, the more anxious I feel about not writing, the less likely words are to come. But patience is not my best quality. Thank you for listening.
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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be ---good.
I hear you. I sometimes feel my best writing period is behind me already.
ReplyDeleteSome days are like that, Marian. The words will come back!! And they will be golden!
ReplyDeleteGo breathe the air today, incongruously thick for October, drink in the changing leaves. Then dare yourself not to write! Love you.
ReplyDeleteI have felt that way.......many times.
ReplyDeleteI get my inspiration from reading others post..if I'm just by myself, nothing comes, so go out and engage and read others.
ReplyDeleteSame boat, different paddle.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing the load. :)
ReplyDeletethis is me for, basically, the last year...
ReplyDelete*sorry, can't respond, i just fainted* xo
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