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The act of writing is not always where I am happiest, where the hours disappear, where I know that I am meant to be. I write because I can’t not. Sure, there are days when I look at the clock with disbelief that an hour has passed when it felt like five minutes. And there are even days when I sit back and look at my work (after countless revisions) and think, Hey, maybe that doesn’t completely suck. That sweet feeling lasts about eight seconds, and then I begin again.