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So yes, maybe all that crap also made me cranky about my cousin’s wedding. Who knows?

Even if there’s truth to that, there’s still nothing I can do about it.

Still thinking about my conversation with my mother, I move my attention to my laptop.

If I write a thousand words today, I’ll reward myself with a cookie.

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Moments later

I erased the last sentence twenty-five times.

Twenty. Five. Times.

Unbelievable.

Ugh.

What a way to waste my day.

I would slam my head against the table in despair if I were alone in the coffee shop.

Sadly, I’m not.

I down the last drop of whipped coffee and give the manuscript a poisonous look.

I would kill for some inspiration. It could be anything. A scrape of life. A glimpse into someone’s existence. A love song. An imaginary tale.

Anything.

Just give me a kernel of hope.

I just want to let it all loose. Let my fingers do the writing, and my creativity wander and come up with things my real life is clearly lacking.

I’ve written in a stream of consciousness before, and although it didn’t quite fit the story and ended up being mercilessly edited, the words pouring out of me made sense, which isn’t the case now.

Stuck, I stare at the view outside.

Despite struggling with this, I can’t not notice what a beautiful day it is.

The leaves steal the show with vivid colors and delicate moves in the gentle breeze.

Maybe this whole writing thing isn’t for me.

Maybe I’m just lost in the maze of my ever-changing life, and trying to force myself onto this path is simply unkind.

The male lead I’m struggling with is partly inspired by the men I’ve been with.The problem is, they weren’t book material.

And I’ll leave it to that.

My attention hardly peels away from the trees when a Bentley snags the corner of my eye as it slowly rolls to a stop in front of the coffee shop.

Still consumed with the drama in my life, I miss the moment when the driver opens the door, straightens out of his seat, and rounds the car before halting next to the passenger-side back door.

A ray of light flickers across the window as it smoothly rolls down, and my attention finally shifts.

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