‘Twas a solid morning of writing.
Got up at 6:15. Wrote ’till 7:30am.
The fire alarm went off. (In my story, that is.)
Blazes. Blazing. Everywhere.
Received four letters of rejection in one week.
Was a blow.
But still writing.
Never stop. Suck it up. Don’t make it mean anything.
I write on.
