A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Thirty-Six

I keep intending to print out the piece I am working on, but I don't have a printer at home right now, so I need to do it at my Mother's house.  It is a very long piece, and I think it might bother her if I used up her paper and ink for my document.  That shouldn't stop me, of course.  I know that I can go to the print shop down the street, for example, but I just keep forgetting to actually do it.  I think it is, in part, that I am kind of afraid.  I know that printing it is a necessary step towards getting the essay organized and completed.  I think a part of me may be kind of feeling a bit attached to the process on this piece.  I started it as a way to get myself working on some non-fiction prose and it has been the focus of that effort for some time now.  I do wonder what I will write next if I actually stop adding to this essay and focus on getting it finalized.  I don't want to put aside writing non-fiction prose at the moment, even as I am working on other types of writing as well, but at the moment I am not entirely certain what I would want to explore next.  It may be that once I find that answer, I will also discover it is much easier to get to the end of this current project.

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