Writing is work. It’s hard work. I make plans, build schedules, and arrange topics. I love that. Yet, with all the best plans I find it so difficult to get my butt in the chair to do the actual writing. It’s kinda like yardwork. Once I get going and work through the getting started and the suffering of the moment, boy, does it feel good when it’s done.
Well, I vent. Here is my place for getting it off my chest and at least on paper.

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