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Practice, Practice, Practice

What can I say? Practice is the best medicine for writers? Whether I yearn for rhythmic thumbs syndrome or if the writing bug has bitten me too many times, I have noticed that growing as a writer takes a lot of practice, so much practice that it may drive me crazy. OK, maybe this is not terribly false, because let's face it, it's me we are talking about here. Case in point I am an imperfect, flawed writer, but my compassion for this art delves deep, so deep it rumbles the ground like a subtle earthquake. The secret that I can share with other people who aspire to write their hearts out is to write continuously, always continue on your account. Meanwhile, if you do feel discouraged about your future endeavors as a writer, do not fret because someone tells you that you cannot do it. You can always do more to prove to yourself that you hold value as a writer. Now does this sort of advice help you? Well, I hope so because you have more talent than you perceive of yourself. 

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