Last week, I spent an entire afternoon writing an opening chapter to a short story series I committed to.
I sat and battered the keys, words flowed from my mind onto the screen. I didn’t take a break, I didn’t stop every 5 minutes to mull over my words and correct the mistakes highlighted in red. No, I soldiered on. I took the bull by the horns and wrestled with it until I had written almost 2000 words.
Pleased with myself, I sat back in my swivel chair and grinned as I clasped my fingers and stretched them until they cracked.
The computer screen was littered with words, I had done what I set out to do. So, I decided that it was lunch time. Time to reward myself and stuff sandwiches and cream cakes down my gullet, followed by litres of steaming coffee.
A few hours later, I plonked…
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