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[sun_set_bravely]

I woke up slightly unsettled, too little sleep in my body to propel me through the long day ahead of me. I sit downstairs at my computer, feeling a little like a fraud -- I started a community for writing 50,000 words of non-fiction and haven't set my pen to the page yet. Then I type Goldberg's words "be gentle with yourself," and I notice that the clock reads 8:40. The trees are burning with orange light outside and my roommate is walking down the stairs. She will leash her dog and take him for a walk, and I will be left with these walls, and an empty notebook.