It is less unappealing than it used to be to whack into the earth with the point of a hoe. Loosening dirt is genuine action. It combats inner inertia. Life has shoved conflicts in my face, disabling the Writing Me and bringing out the She Who Must Deal with Everything Else. I'm tired of her. I'm taking up the welcome mat; she needs to go. Writing Me should be back soon. She cries when too long in repose, stifled and ignored.
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