Feedback requires distance, I think. Just like subsequent drafts.
So, I write today about nothing whatsoever even remotely related to hummingbirds or even nature.
And then I quick sent it off before I lost my nerve. It was nice. Just writing with an urgency, asking myself along the way, "What's the next most real thing, and the next?"
It's hard not to feel like I'm racing something. My birthday, my moving day, the next moving day. Then: First day of school... But I'm not. There's no race here. Just laps.
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