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The thing about blogger is that when I get the urge to write about something, so often now I start to shape things as a blog; I imagine the paragraph breaks and the links I will make, and I'm writing it in my head even as it is happening, seperating myself from the event and shaping it in the past-tense viewed over the glowing computer screen.

Which may be why the last two experiences I tried to write came out all wrong, so much so that I had to delete them before posting.

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-You promised me you'd show me some of your writing.
-I know. I will. I just forgot. I'll have to find something from high school, it's safer.
-I know, right? When I showed you that poem, it was from an assignment I wrote with my students, so I was in teacher mode and censored myself because I knew they'd probably read it. That's easy to show you. It's like, "yes, this is my writing, but it's not really my writing."

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And then I realized that I haven't really been writing for some time. I haven't even tried. But if this isn't it, then what is?