1000 words. A marker magic. Need sip, after day. Needed. Only thing I see Self doing: WRITING. Addiction, […]
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Monterey quality in her speech. She tells me to take break from Writing. Live, instead. Just for a […]
Waiting. For… I’ll wait longer To tell you. But maybe I should retire certain Collected messes. I Don’t […]
Books surrounding me. Pressure. But not too much. Need mocha. And this Lit magazine. That’ll keep My littered […]
again not liking how close these people to me stand in line. Have to quit this pattern. But […]
Honesty, away from sentences, the Expected. Enjoying my eve, not pressuring Self with grammar, formality.. Just noting Rhyme, […]
Off to get mocha #2. Need it, for composition of this recommendation letter. But, I promised Self I […]
words typed, tonight. Shouldn’t be so quantity-obsessed. I’ve said this forever. So why do I continue to count? […]
Strings, all gone. What I sing, a bomb Wrong. But I’m Human. Mistakes made. Skate with brazen blades. […]
10/29. Over 100 words into novel. I meant 1000. ONE THOUSAND. Thought about a break from the coffee, […]