
I write about the pens I use, paper I write on. I write about how I feel when I write, I write about how I feel when I don't write. I write about the readers who read what I write about writing. (s'up guys) I even write about how my handwriting is a poor representation of my writing.
If you care to stop reading now, that's okay because I'm only going to write more about writing.

There are times when I'm only a binge writer who writes about writing. Sometimes I go days, weeks even, without a single quip about the ball point and ink sliding across the page, forming elegant words which describe my craft.
I know, I know. I really need to expand my horizons, at least a little, but I can't help that I like what I like! My passion is my writing!
And is there anything wrong with that?
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