It took a few days.  Two days to work on the outline.  Another day to begin to lay down words, finding them slack and rushed… and then the following day you begin to work them, mold them, trust them and the section takes shape and you’re in motion, working, writing, pages beginning to add up.  As you always knew they would, but those moments of uncertainty just seem to be unavoidable.  You know better, but you live through them anyway. 

Nice to have found a rhythm. 

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