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Prompt: lesson (leçon)
I stare at the blank page. Or the page is staring back at me, I’m not sure. Anyways, I stare at it but no idea comes to mind. Only a meaningless flow of random ideas. Nothing connected, even remotely. I’m supposed to write about my year 2015. Not much has been happening. I’ve finished my undergraduate, found a part-time job, as well as a freelancer job. Wrote a little bit, although never enough for my taste. No matter what I write, it’s never enough. Because I want more, and because I am hard with myself. I have all these fancy ideas about what it should be like, being a writer. How easily the stories seem to flow for other people, whereas mine are as hard to extract as a bullet from a wound. They come in waves, never long ones, and I never have a long breath. I need to focus my attention on one thing, in one place. I have too many distractions that keeps me from narrowing down my focus. Even now. It’s hard for me to just sit down and write. I wish I was not so tired. I have so many things to say. But the year is almost done now. This will be my last entry of 2015. One ends while another one begins. This is the cycle.
Maybe that’s what I should do in 2016: make the writing my best friend, like before. Moreover: make it into a habit. A healthy habit.