Let the tigers through the door.

A meditation on silencing distractions and facing demons.

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Drop the mug and grab the fucking speed stick.

Yesterday afternoon I was finding plenty of distraction in the latter, as I sat hunched over at my desk cowering somewhere between my third and my fourth cup of coffee, resisting doing the writing I promised myself I’d do for the day.

“Let the tigers through the door.”

My hand, almost uncontrollably, shot out for a pen somewhere within arm’s reach and I captured the line before it disappeared.

Sit down and do the damn work.

I went to the kitchen sink, poured the cup of coffee down the drain and then sat down at my desk and faced the writing I’d been avoiding like the plague the entire day.

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