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One Hundred Words
the writer
She was a writer at heart.
She wrote stories left and right, like her life depended on fiction work.
But she never seemed to find the inspiration to finish any of them.
One after another, she’d start writing, and for days, sometimes weeks or even months, she’d be consumed by the ideas floating around in her mind. She’d type as fast as her fingers could work.
And yet, with all the hard work and dedication she put into beginning these whirlwind stories of romance and fantasy, they’d end almost as soon as they began.
Files left to collect virtual dust.
She wrote stories left and right, like her life depended on fiction work.
But she never seemed to find the inspiration to finish any of them.
One after another, she’d start writing, and for days, sometimes weeks or even months, she’d be consumed by the ideas floating around in her mind. She’d type as fast as her fingers could work.
And yet, with all the hard work and dedication she put into beginning these whirlwind stories of romance and fantasy, they’d end almost as soon as they began.
Files left to collect virtual dust.