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I'm in the mood to start writing again. That is, in THEORY I'm in the mood. Mostly, I think of 400 things I should do instead. I just need to set aside a block of time each day and DO IT. I may be drinking a lot more coffee in the evenings.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. -- Sylvia Plath

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein. -- Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake. -- E.L. Doctorow

If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. -- Toni Morrison

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