In Stephen King's book "On Writing," he talks about how scared he was that he'd lose the ability to write if he got sober. For him, the writing and the getting wasted went together. He didn't think he could do one without the other. But he could. He did.
On Saturday, I went to a local coffee shop and wrote. And drank a huge mug of hot chocolate. There were no M&Ms involved.
Baby steps. Baby steps.
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No M&M's involved? You are good. You are really good. You've impressed me. And, in my opinion, pretty much any good day should involve hot chocolate.
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