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Just one quick phone call and my entire week’s schedule unexpectedly, miraculously, and graciously cleared. Upon hanging up, the very first thought that went through my mind was, “Ahhhhhh, writing.”

And yet, I struggle. My mind looks for nearly any glimmer of resistance, any shiny object, any distraction it can possibly find. 

I am, at once, distracted, impassioned, committed, flighty, determined, insecure, prolific, stuck, compelled. I am a writer.