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It was a bad idea to let myself stop my writing challenge after 60 days. I wrote the very first day after post 60, but I haven't written since, besides the one post driven by my poison ivy agony. Well, that's not true. I have written, but it's all unfinished. Incomplete. Not-even-formed. When I opened up my blog today, I had four unfinished drafts in there from the last two months or so. Here's the first sentence of each: "Let's talk for a minute about the blissful, perfect sensation in scratching an itch." "It's amazing how quickly you get out of the habit of writing." "Is everyone around me really stupid or am I full of myself? Both?" "Today was one of those days where I literally went from meeting to meeting to meeting, all day, from 8:30 - 6:00." All of these would have been serious works of literary genius -- I'm absolutely sure. But I guess my slacking off in this area is to be expected. I've replaced ...