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on trusting yourself - by Ava - bookbear express

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I‘m drunk on the particular crispness in the air that emerges late in September. Fall: yellow aspen leaves, clean blue sky, goosebumps on my thighs as I walk naked from the shower to the bedroom for a change of clothes. Friends are visiting and it's nice being around people after months of aloneness marinating in my own thoughts. I've noticed that writing requires an incredible amount of certainty: faith in your own observations, in the quality of your thoughts, in the narrative you're putting down on paper. I often say that I

I‘m drunk on the particular crispness in the air that emerges late in September. Fall: yellow aspen leaves, clean blue sky, goosebumps on my thighs as I walk naked from the shower to the bedroom for a change of clothes. Friends are visiting and it's nice being around people after months of aloneness marinating in my own thoughts. I've noticed that writing requires an incredible amount of certainty: faith in your own observations, in the quality of your thoughts, in the narrative you're putting down on paper. I often say that I write to think but it might be more accurate to say that I write…

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