I didn’t write today.

I didn’t write that poem. I didn’t write that chapter. I didn’t write those scenes or the dialogue.

I didn’t grab my pen and mark the white page. Didn’t scribble ink.

I didn’t sit at a table, with my coffee and open pages ready to be used to gather my thoughts and insights.

I didn’t fight The Resistance.

I didn’t.

But then again, I look above and see words on a page.

So I did. I did write today.

 

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