Even though I had my first qigong class last night, and woke this morning and practiced allowing energy to freely flow through me, I was rigid, picking up paper and pen with the intention of finishing the story I'd started yesterday. Instead, I edited, cutting it down to half its size only to decide that what remained wasn't so great either.
The story derived from an overheard conversation, jokes being made about how much better we'd get on with our spouses if we never had to see them. While writing it, I got it into my head that it was going to be a great story and win a prize and get read on the radio, etc., which of course ruined it.
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