My phone chimes this alert every month on the last day of the month.
Don't forget you are a writer, Go Write
Don't forget you are a writer, Go Write
I am late.
I would like to lie and say my words are twisted so tightly that I have nothing to say. That is not true.
I would like to say that I can't write right now. The fact that I am writing right now proves that to be untrue.
What is true?
Perhaps this month I won't write for you. Perhaps I will write for me. I deeply believe that the leather bound, not the blog, is the medium of choice on this quiet Friday night.
I will go write
but
not here.
Dewb
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