Writing

The only time I do any writing worth a damn is late, late at night. But I have to work in the morning, so writing waits. It waits until the words have had enough and they stomp out the door, throwing my keys back at me as they swear to never return. I promise to do better, but my begging is in vain. Damn you, words. Damn you to heck.

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