I’m Dying To Write…So Why Can’t I?

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Every day I go to my soul-sucking job and dream about the day I can quit and stay home and write. Story ideas flood my thoughts and my fingers itch to get in front of the keyboard. On my lunch I sit down and pull out my book and start reading…except I can’t concentrate. All I’m thinking about is dang, I want to be the one writing a book instead of the one reading one.