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The weariness of NaBloPoMo
The weariness of NaBloPoMo

The weariness of NaBloPoMo

It hit. A little later than usual, but it hit nonetheless.
I’m sick to death of NaBloPoMo. My mojo is low, my brain is fried, and I’m too damned stubborn to give up.
Just a few more days. I have ideas burbling in the back of my mind, no travel (unlike this weekend), and the absolute refusal to quit.

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