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My page was blank.
My hands just rested there, on the keyboard, more limp than the stuffed animal parade on the shelf above me. How do you write just one story with so many things to write about? How do you pick just one, one little instance in your life, and pursue it in writing?
So I began to type:
italic_It was a dark, stormy night…_italic
Am I kidding myself? I deleted the phrase. Not like anyone’s ever heard that before. I smacked my forehead. DUH ! What was I thinking?! I sighed, returning my hand to the keyboard. I stared at the screen.
My page was blank.
My hands just rested there, on the keyboard, more limp than the stuffed animal parade on the shelf above me…

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