Overcoming My Fears to Become a Writer

Writing my own ending

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My father went to a job he disliked for four years to put me through college.

Stoically each day he poured his coffee in his big bulky Thermos, packed his lunch in a suitcase and commuted through the rush hour to get to a place he hated. He was a prisoner of his own making. His only freedom was the 48 hours he had on the weekend.

Can we really ditch a memory? Can we really tune out a particular sadness until we no longer notice it? I think memories can live inside us like a stain that’s been sitting too long in a carpet.
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I’m determined not to follow him down that path, so I’m writing online — hoping that building a career in the off hours will divert me from that destiny.

The blinking cursor taunts me most days — I can have a list of ideas ready to go, but putting those words on paper is offsetting.

It’s picking the right idea that I can expound upon and not sound like a total idiot. I feel comfortable writing stories in pentameter in 1/3/1, so starting and ending a paragraph is a chore. But I’m beginning to learn.

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