I am no Ernest Hemingway, he of the succinct sentence and travel-lust (and much more).
Still... here I sit at the Island of Panera Bread, writing away, making headway, feeling like a writer again.
Thanks to Chris B. who reminded me: sometimes, it's a good thing to run away from home and write all day from another location. That's what I'm doing today. I'm grateful for the forward motion.
Thanks also to a faithful Midwest reader who wrote, YOU ARE NOT A SLOTH.
Okay. I believe you. Thanks for that, and for all the encouragement, y'all. You are championing your own writer selves, too... you know that, right?
Right.
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