A few years back, I started a Google doc titled, “I wrote a New York Times Best Seller.” Every once in a while, I’d be triggered with a sort of manic-like energy to purge a thought from my mind onto virtual paper.
My fingers would frantically type away as the words poured out.
One day, that all stopped. Not sure why. It just did.
Until this week.
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