I'm staring at this blank box, used for writing. It stares back at me like the endless pages of blankness that have existed in every writer's past.
I want to write. I need to write. I can't write. I am writing. Sustenance? Is it in this though?
I don't know.
Writer's block is a joke, to me.
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Monday, August 30, 2010
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