The Good Patrons of 750 Words

2 cups

Ah! 750 words!
Some days you’re like pulling teeth. I curse your word count and bang the typewriter like an ape. My thoughts refuse to flow.
Some days you’re easy breezy, a joyful outpouring of unihibited brilliance. Twenty minutes and I’m done, no problem.
Every day you’re worth it.
Dear 750 words: I love you. Passionately. I am sticking with you for better or for worse.
Have two cups. It’s the least I can do to say thank you.