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i have been picking at this memoir for three months. i am inspired and explosive and then empty. and im scared ive lost my voice or at least that part of me that thinks that other people wanna hear it. and i know thats life and stress and lack of commitment over the last few years and derby and giving so much of myself to thea. and then there are weeks like this week where she leaves her writing around the house and she carries a sketchbook everywhere and she is brilliant and clever and filled with potential and i know even when i dont write thea is picking up the slack and will be better and i did that. i inspired that. and sometimes that is more than enough.