Anyways, I write

 Sometimes, I think I can’t write but sometimes I can’t stop writing. That’s how I feel when I write and then ShortSimpleWriting begin to form. While, writing I get grammatical errors and I try to fix it but that’s like learning from the mistakes. I try my best to keep it ShortSimpleWriting… but anyways, I write.  But, in the past I have written short stories like writing which cross  about to 4,000 words count in werdsmith. But can’t wait to write in ShortSimpleWriting.Writing can be fun and enjoyable too! 

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