A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Seventy-Four

I had a bit of trouble tonight getting myself to work.  Once more it was because of my difficulty landing on an idea for a story, but I was able to come up with something in the end.  To be honest, the story I wrote tonight feels a bit odd and I am not certain about just how to describe or categorize it, but I am happy with it, I think.  In some way, it gave me a sense of freedom that is kind of liberating, as it is such an odd piece it makes me believe that most anything could be a good starting point.

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