I’ve been MIA lately due to festivities. And also there was no inspiration. I stepped from one word to the next with a kind of stubborn determination and the hope that things would get better if I kept at it.
There is no miraculous breakthrough, only an ordinary miracle roar comes with any attempt to create something. All that I know is that words started coming a little faster. There was no sense of exhilaration, but a sense of accomplishment that was almost as good.
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
After that, things can only get better.
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