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How was I able to write for thirty-one days last month?

And today . . . nothing.

Was it the challenge of the challenge to write every day?
     The excitement of an attentive audience?
          The inspiration from the other writers?
               Knowing there was an end in sight?

April has been more of a writing challenge.

And today . . . I try to write.
And today . . . I am encouraged to write.
And today . . . I want to write.
And today . . . I will write. No matter what.

Comments

  1. I think April has been a challenge, period. Perhaps your writer's block will improve as we move towards May!

    Thanks for sharing that even writers get stuck, and that's part of writing.

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  2. Dear Michelle,
    March was a sprint. Now it is time to stretch, jog, walk. But don't stop exercising. I like your determination in the last line.
    Terje

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  3. I agree! April has been a real challenge. It's been hard coming up with ideas, to just make the time to write! But like I tell my students, just write. If you don't know what to write about, write that you don't know what to write about. And look what you've done! A poem! And I will really like your last stanza. It should be your mantra until next March!

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  4. It's funny how sometimes so many thoughts but can't seem to put them down...but you did and it was awesome!

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