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“I write best in the mornings,” is what I said.

But do I? Or is that the only time I give myself time to write?

And what if the morning, like this one, is spent staring at a blank screen. Is spent worrying about the words that won’t come. Is spent wondering if I need a coffee, or if the sleepiness will go away on its own.

(spoiler: I was dehydrated. Water was the answer)

I don’t know if I write best in the mornings, but I’m always happy when I write anything at all.

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I’m Rhi

I’m just a writer trying to live slower and be more observant of my feelings.

I am also a bit silly.

This blog is a mishmash of all that.