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[spiderpig]

It's gut-wrenching, and I'm struggling to continue and finish this short story. I chose to write about something close to my heart - and my stomach - but both are lurching back and forth because of the sheer emotional baggage that this story holds. I'm trying to distance myself, trying to keep my hand moving but it's so hard. I'm trying to be a writer - but evidently it's going to take more than sheer will power. If I can't will myself to finish this and not self-edit myself, I can't ever improve.

It's not like therapy.