I don’t get up every morning with the urge to write. I don’t think I’m very good at it. But there’s this nagging voice inside my mind saying I should write that I can’t ignore.
The words don’t come easily though. Nor do the thoughts form with any clarity. Sometimes, it feels like I have something to say but when the time comes to put it all down, the thoughts cringe and recede embarrassed at their shabbiness. Yet, I plod on. In the belief that each piece that I do manage to wring out changes me somehow for the better.
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Ya nailed it.
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