A pattern is emerging: First day was ugh, second was fine, third was ugh again.
According to my complex analysis, tomorrow should be another fine writing day. That is a relief. I don’t think I could take two days in a row of crying out in a fit of self-loathing as I slam all fingers onto the keyboard, momentarily sending the display into a quivering spasm of random chaos.
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Tracy Abell 
Be good to yourself, Tracy. You’re doing great! Hugs. 🙂
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The calm, reassuring voice of Lorraine. Thank you for reminding me that beating up on myself doesn’t do me or the story any good.
Here’s a hug coming your way, too.
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Be good to yourself, Tracy. You’re doing great! Hugs. 🙂
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The calm, reassuring voice of Lorraine. Thank you for reminding me that beating up on myself doesn’t do me or the story any good.
Here’s a hug coming your way, too.
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The calm, reassuring voice of Lorraine. Thank you for reminding me that beating up on myself doesn’t do me or the story any good.
Here’s a hug coming your way, too.
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