A Writer's Notebook, One-Thousand-Eight-Hundred-And-Eighty-Six

I am keeping up with my flash fiction, still, but I am finding it rather difficult at times.  I wish that I had more confidence in my efforts, at least on the basic level of feeling like I always have a story that I could write.  In the end, I always seem to find something that I can see as a story of some type, but I am still feeling very uncertain around fiction, even after this time.  Maybe it is just something I need to get used to, or it might be that I can embrace it in some way, learn to trust that lack of clarity and follow it towards something.  I suppose that's what I wind up doing most of the time, even if it is not my plan or preference.

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