This is a bit of a test. . . to see if I’ve got the ability to write. Because I haven’t been adept enough to put what I’ve been feeling or experiencing into words for several months now. I don’t ever remember a time in my life in which I haven’t been able to write. It’s always been such an integral part of me that I always have a piece of paper and a pen tucked away in my pocket, purse, or luggage. I’ve been known to write on the edge of a grocery receipt, restaurant napkin, or a bar coaster if nothing else has been available. Because I’ve always needed to write.
So what happens when the words have seemingly disappeared? What happens when I boot up my computer with a blank screen all primed to record last night’s dream, but…
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