There are days when it's nearly impossible to wring any words from my hands. Most of it is the inner editor who smirks and laughs and taunts.
The best I can do is realize that words breed words. Once they're on the page, they make more of themselves as thought leads to thought.
Sometimes, you just have to lose yourself in the words. Let them wash over you and take you somewhere else, like some big, muddy river.
I can't see where I'm going, but I figure it out when I get there.
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