Let’s face it. The reason most of us fail in this writing game is because someone knocks us down and we lie there, on the sidewalk, knees skinned, tears running down our face, and wonder why we do this. We want to go home, have our moms put band-aids on our knees, hug us, and give us some ice cream. They’ll tell us that we’re the smartest and cleverest and no one will ever be better. And we’ll feel better and never go back to that sidewalk again.
Stupid sidewalk.
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Published on May 03, 2009 10:39