A Writer's Notebook, One-Thousand-Eight-Hundred-And-Thirty-Three

The last few nights before this, my writing of flash fiction had gone relatively well, at least in terms of being able to start the piece.  Tonight, I was a bit less prepared.  I suppose that is to be expected, but I had been hopeful after my recent successes.  In the end, I wrote about trying to write the story and my difficulty getting started.  As I have said before, this is often a tactic that I use writing poetry, but I know it doesn't work as well for fiction, except in the most literal and basic sense of getting past the blank page.  At the moment, I am still pushing myself to really establish this as a daily practice, so getting something written is still the only real priority.  Still, I know I need to find better tools for dealing with the issue, or perhaps just figure out a way to alter how I use this one so it is a bit more helpful.  In any event, I did the writing and that is the most important thing right at the moment.

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