there was a time
when I was mired
not
with false starts
hopes burned hot and fast
to ash
but
with
a carpal cramp
born of an overflowing pen
not today
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An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet. The chaos part will become evident straight away.