I need to get back in the habit of writing, I was doing so well there for a while. I was using this as a diary (and, I must say, it really worked); but, now my life has slowed down quite a bit. I have no interesting laments or stories to tell. I thought about resorting to fictional writing (practice for the novel I would love to write), but can’t seem to develop the plot, characters, or even any words. Words have always been my ally… but, they’ve turned against me. They left me for the winning side. Bastards. I’ve been at the computer every night, erasing and writing. Writing only to erase it away, and erasing only with the hope more writing would come. My one-liners seem to be just that, one-liners. The long writing lacks substance and clarity. I have quite a predicament here. The labyrinth of Writer’s Block is swallowing me whole. It seems as if my mind is telling me I need drama just to be able to write? That is not okay. Not okay at all. If I’m happy, why can’t I write about it?
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