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Write.....
That blinking line is blinking, blinking away at me. I don't know if I'm pissed off or if I want to cry.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
My mind is quiet.
It used to be so noisy. Full of dialogue and action scenes; witty retorts and plot twists. I would fall asleep wondering which character I wanted placed at what point....
My life is so boring.
Work, home, politics, sleep...I can't even focus enough to read the books I used to love. the books that made me want to make books of my own.
The world is burning.
I've lost so much hope. NO one cares anymore and my apathy is getting worse by the day- if not the hour. Then my computer shuts down and then restarts.
What else could go wrong!?
But what pops up, after everything is done, is a word doc, I'd forgotten about.
That blinking, stupid blinking, blinking line halfway through a sentence on page 167. By then I couldn't remember what I had written, so I had to reread the whole thing...
Right?