I’m settled in my favorite coffee shop. I have a strong iced coffee and a perfect spot for working. The laptop is charged. I’ve been dying to write for weeks and now here we finally are.
And there’s nothing. The brain, she is blank. I know a lot of writers talk about putting words on the page every day, no matter what. It’s the only way they can operate…
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