Because writer’s block
“I believe myself that a good writer doesn’t really need to be told anything except to keep at it.” —Chinua Achebe
Dear Blank Page,
We’ve been staring at each other for a while now. You should know how much I’m into you, yeah?
You can irk me senseless, though, sometimes. Like now, as you quietly mock me with that vacant face. You’re not the boss of me, so puh-lease don’t think your bullying would work.
Oh wow. It felt good to let that out.
How I wish you’d stop being so intimidating. I know, I know, you’re not doing or saying anything to freeze me up, to stop my heart, but please stop, anyway. You gotta know you just have this bad effect on me.
So what am I trying to say here, really? I guess I’m kinda hoping you can read my mind. Help me…
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