What if i woke up 5 minutes earlier to write something.  Then 10.  20.  an hour.  I could lose sleep over this.
The other day I had to write and I couldn't.  A beautiful story of friendship, laughter, heartache and it all slipped through.  I felt out of practice.  I want to write long.   But all that comes out are short.  Spurts.
I don't want to pressure myself but feel I need to pressure myself.


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