Another Day
I brought my laptop. Going to see how I attack today.
That's how things get done. I can only imagine myself getting things done. And sometimes I do, but never as much as I want. It makes me feel bad, but I remember at least I'm getting something done.
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I also feel a force creates certain instances that hold me from doing something until a tid bit of info is remembered, or until I relax and read the story I'm working on in a different way. Maybe I'm afforded a sentence or two that would make the piece a bit more realistic to someone reading it.
Whatever the case, I don't think it's wise to self destroy. Always keep the energy going. Never give up. Life is too short to do so.
WCM
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