![]() I fear that I’m running off the road, in a writerly sense. I fear that I will never get to eat cheese again because of my unfortunate choice of that fine state. I fear that they won’t believe that I actually used a random number generator to determine the number of the state I would choose. I fear that the entire state of Wisconsin will turn against me because I happened to choose their fine, cheese-laden state as the locale of my fictional town, as if to suggest that it represents the hickest, most outlying place in the universe, which isn’t at all true. I fear that I won’t finish the projects I’ve started and that Jon Acuff will send out his procrastination police to drag me in front of a vicious, closed minded tribunal that will throw me into a dank, dark motel room on the outskirts of Bumwiddle, Wisconsin in the middle of winter and force me to finish all my started projects. So I fear that I’m not going to finish this January 500 word challenge.
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