Even when you think your "there," your not. You finish a piece then that piece generates other ideas that allow you to keep moving and making. You get to a point of conformability then things seem to stop moving. Progress seems to come to a halt.
Today the chapter seemed complete, loaded with juicy words, written with the best flowing pen, but in reality the chapter hasn't even begun.
Here is to an empty page. Yet again.
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