Am I a piece of shit?
(stop. don’t answer. it’s rhetorical. we’re working through something.)
I have started this, worked up a page or so, and stopped . . .
Nope. Not right. Start over.
I restarted, wrote a few hundred words, and stopped again . . .
Nope. Even wronger! Start over.
I sat staring at the screen . . .
Blinking cursor.
. . .
I got up. Went for a walk. When I got back I started again, but after 45 minutes . . .
(the pulse in our neck throbed in time with the cursor. weird.)
I’m a bit out of sorts right now. Please bear with me.
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