Last night I was able to produce seven pages of writing. It's something I can't explain, when your thoughts and ideas become semi-tangible in the form of written -- or typed, in my case -- text. It's almost like being able to record a dream.
I'd been suffering a two-month writing block when finally, just before I fell asleep last night, the inspiration hit hard. And I spent some time wrapped up in my own world. I've forgotten how euphoric it is for me to just sit down and write.
Sometimes, short and simple is the best way to portray a message. And while that's not normally my style, sometimes I can accomplish it.
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