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Here we are again, the blank page and I. Our montly wrestling match. I'm one weekend away from the deadline for my next writing submission and I'm drawing a blank. I've got bits and pieces of random writing to submit, but not enough on my novella (which is supposed to be my focus this semester...)

You'd think that with all that I have going on in my life, I'd long to sit and write - just to get it all out. But for some reason, I'm dry this month. Maybe I need a retreat. Or encouragement...but I can't drag Vin to read it again, and my usual audience has already finished reading what I've got - and they're just waiting for more. Anyone else feel like reading a first draft?