The beginning of June is here and still I’ve written nothing. I’d say “I suck”, but I know it’s not true. I’ve been busy. There have been pressing matters to deal with, obligations that needed to be met.
I close my eyes late at night and the characters come to life, playing out their stories against the backdrop of my closed eyelids until I’m lulled to sleep. Sometimes the sleep is peaceful, sometimes it’s fitful.
The morning comes and draws another sigh from me. I can’t recall the stories from the night before. I’m still disconnected from the writer inside.
I close my eyes late at night and the characters come to life, playing out their stories against the backdrop of my closed eyelids until I’m lulled to sleep. Sometimes the sleep is peaceful, sometimes it’s fitful.
The morning comes and draws another sigh from me. I can’t recall the stories from the night before. I’m still disconnected from the writer inside.
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