I don't care what you think. My thoughts are little bunnies. Sometimes just wandering around, other hopping in zig- zags. Sometime they're hiding behind bushes; other sitting perfectly sitting right in view as clear as the blur of a hummingbird.
My thoughts swirl with constellations of ideas. They are stenographers; two pictures become a confusing one. A train, a quick blip of thought before it zips by and another idea bounces in before you can process the first one. I write like everyone is going to read every word and like no one will ever lay eyes on it. That's how I usually write. Lately I've been blank. I know all the tips for writer's block: keep writing even if it's bad, take a walk, read, distract, blah, blah, blah. None of them work. Don't worry, it will come back. And when it does it will slam into my so hard that it will take my breath away.
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