Sometimes the hardest things to write about are the hardest things to write. I've been struggling all day and then it just clicked and started coming out and I know why it was a struggle. This bit that I'm writing is hard and hurtful. I knew it was coming. I'm talking about the things that go bump in the night. The things that wake you up with a scream trapped behind your lips. They creep in on quiet little sockfeet and wait, wait, wait. They are dark and sharp and oh how they love to come out to play.
So here we go.
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I hope your "hard writing" is going well this week - or as well as it can, anyways. Fascinating journal - I'm looking forward to following your writing (and eventually reading your book).
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