Inspiration — Letter One

Dear Inspiration,

You know, I get lonely sitting here alone. The tip of my pen remains so long poised to write that the ink begins to dry. And yet, on occasion, you come on so fast and with such strength that the words bleed together in my mind, and I scrawl them messily on the page until my hand cramps.

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I would like to think that I have a certain knack for summoning you. Sometimes, when I sit…