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I sit in front of the computer with my hands on the keys, not typing anything. I am at a holt. I have writers block, I guess you could say. My head is at a blank, just completely empty. I type a word, then erase it. I look out the window, then back at the screen. I type another word, a new word, a different word. I read it over again and again. Then I hot backspace, and it's gone, just like all my thoughts, like every idea I've ever had. My page is blank, my curser blinking, my cursing increasing. Maybe I shouldn't be a writer, maybe I should try something new, take up something else. Something else just to fail at, to not succeed. That's my biggest achievement and my greatest pet peeve.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Succeeding at Writing
I sit in front of the computer with my hands on the keys, not typing anything. I am at a holt. I have writers block, I guess you could say. My head is at a blank, just completely empty. I type a word, then erase it. I look out the window, then back at the screen. I type another word, a new word, a different word. I read it over again and again. Then I hot backspace, and it's gone, just like all my thoughts, like every idea I've ever had. My page is blank, my curser blinking, my cursing increasing. Maybe I shouldn't be a writer, maybe I should try something new, take up something else. Something else just to fail at, to not succeed. That's my biggest achievement and my greatest pet peeve.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
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