I just write stream of consciousness, as if I'm writing a letter to myself. It's not hard, so there's no need to study up on how to do it.
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My wife heated up a can of beef stew for dinner last night - it was pretty good, except for the cooked carrots in it. Damn they're gross, slimy and crunchy all in one nasty bite. Of course I ate it without comment, but she saw that I picked the carrots out; she knows my dislikes and stayed mostly quiet.
I rode my Indian Springfield out on US24 today - over Wilkerson Pass. Damn, it was cold. Temp meter on the bike said it was 33 degrees out - I've ridden through colder weather, 50 miles through 24 degree weather last December - that HA toy run, it was a blast, but damn it was cold. Anyway, why do they put thermometers on motorcycles anyway? We're outside so we already know whether it's hot or cold.
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For me, just getting the words to flow out of me is enough to break out of a slump.
Try it, maybe it will work for you. Or not. Could be meat, could be cake... or some kind of meat-cake.
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