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Just Because

Wanting to disappear a little. Do you ever feel disconnected? Misunderstood? Missed in the night? Want to curl up with your manuscript and pull a blanket over your head and not come out for hours and hours except for dinner, and if dinner could be delivered to you under the blanket even better? Because most people don’t say what you want them to? Because you haven’t told them what to say? Because they can’t read your mind? Because they have better things to do? Because it’s Thursday? Because who knows if this is any good? Because wow, you sure hope it’s good? Because you don’t want to disappoint anyone? Most especially yourself? Because maybe the words’ll come faster this way? Because who knows why? Just because?

Yes? Then you understand.

Writers, we’re sensitive creatures. It’s hellishly annoying most days.

3 thoughts on “Just Because

  1. Amen, sistah-girl! I used to think it was just me, how I was built or made or whatever. I’m kinda glad to know that it’s an epidemic amongst writerly-type people.

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