Where Do You Stop Writing?

I read somewhere that Hemingway, at the end of his writing day, would stop mid-sentence, or even mid-word, in his attempt to keep his writing fresh for the next day.

A writer friend of mine says he does the same thing. I am intrigued.

How many other writers do this?

Does it help?

I complete my thoughts, scenes, and words. Maybe this would help when I begin to write in the morning.

Just a thought.

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