Oh 100words. What strife you can some days seem! Forcing me to crank the wheel and express the creative juice from my cranium. Some days the fruit is ripe, and other days desiccated in a drought of inspiration. As the month draws on and I have one week to go, I wonder, will I make it to the end without resorting mindless babble for days on end? I pray I can make it through. How do people do this for consecutive months and years‽ That surely feels like a small miracle? I have learned, I don’t like writing fiction much.