Every now and then I go through a phase where I have absolutely no desire to write, whatsoever. It generally means that I’m either being dishonest to myself about something, or I just haven’t felt real sunlight on my skin in too many days (or is it weeks, or is it months).
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Every now and then I feel that way too. It makes me fear for my future life as a writer with all its glorious grown-up aspects… like deadlines.
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