Words Count With Mama Zen
It used to be a blank page in a typewriter. Now it's a blank screen with a flashing cursor. The emptiness begging to be filled with words that would wax eloquent and become a best seller and make me rich beyond my wildest dreams.
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Oh the pain and agony of that blank page. Thirsting for words, screaming to be sated.
ReplyDeleteAnd all it takes is will and inspiration.
ReplyDeleteuh oh, don't hold your breath about that richness. if you mean money, that is :)
ReplyDeleteThat was my long ago dream. Now just love to write.
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