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Too late to go back.
Pride and determination,
The will to write it.
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My reaction to my poor planning and possibly execution for Camp Nanowrimo. I will succeed, maybe.
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Too late to go back.
Pride and determination,
The will to write it.
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My reaction to my poor planning and possibly execution for Camp Nanowrimo. I will succeed, maybe.
I know it’s there, I may not be able to see it on the horizon but I can feel it in my soul. The journey will be long and hard and unfortunately wet. I will not turn around. I have gone too far and the last thing I want to do is prove them right. They never believed in me. Fools. I can see them mocking me in my mind’s eye, curse those damn words and the writer’s block they have caused me. My story will appear on the other side of the mist.
Unless of course Twitter distracts me again.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience