The rains of May have arrived, and with them, a reprieve from the distractions of sunnier days. Can't mow the lawn, don't want to trudge out into the park for a hike, the ski hill has shut down for the season.
So, write, then, writer. Write amid the gray, the damp, the damned. Finish what you set out to do.
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