A couple of years ago I went to a literary workshop where the woman suggested a mental exercise to help you past the point of writer's block. Of course I was 'young and naive' and I hadn't fully experienced the frustration of having nothing to write when all you want to do is write. However after my random out pour of 'literary works' I seem to be going thru a dry spell :/ It is no fun, I assure you.
It's still ironic tho that I have so much to write bout it but have nothing to write, in reality. Sad really. I think I'm just having an angry day in general and need a 'pen of rage' moment (as Russell Howard describes it)
so this was mainly a pointless rant but humour me and read it anyways :(
(she tells you now...at the end...lol)
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