It sucked. But it felt soooo goood.
I may even write some more of it. Or maybe something else. Who knows? But it felt good to get some quiet time in a noisy coffee shop and write some words.
If only I could get some knitting done, I'd feel a good deal less creatively constipated.
It's possible that there may be some new yarn in my future, so maybe I'll get an impetus to knit again, too. It's the dark time of the year, though, so that may be retarding my ability to feel creative in any real way. I just have to push through, I guess.
If only it weren't so hard.
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