22 Oct

Story of the Tweets- and the tweets

As the evening came to an end, I decided to go out and take my horse, Ginger for a ride and clear my head. This is usually where I do most of my thinking and let the stress of the day float away. All I could think about is the writing assignment that I had earlier today. The one that left me devouring all of my pistachios. The wind was blowing through my window rather hard so my shells wound up flying around my room. I even caught the smell of the varnish off of my desk that I had reapplied to vamp it up earlier this week. It was then that I decided I needed to take a short break because writers block had hit hard so I went outside to skip some pebbles in my driveway. The fresh air and cool breeze helped me to remember that just because I didn’t create something that I thought was a master piece doesn’t mean that it is “trash.” All this means is that I simply created something that would inspire other people.


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