The Good Patrons of 750 Words

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I’ve been the egg so many times.

Hitting the turkey is not that difficult. It’s the flamingo that gets me to pay attention, a mark that I’ve been doing something for a good amount of time. Nothing against the egg, but I’d rather not go back there again.

I recently got the rooster badge because it’s easier for me to write in the mornings, but the only thing that really matters to me — and I don’t know why — is that line of boxes. The satisfaction of an X filling each one. It means I wrote today. I’ve thought about yesterday, I’ve planned a little bit for today, and something has already been achieved.

Thanks, y’all, for running this site.