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Last year my head was empty but my bin was overflowing. My hair was grey with stress and fear, my sanity was going. I went to see a doctor who'd learnt neurology. He took one look at me and cried, "Why, this is just too easy! At least give me a challenge and some research work to do I can instantly identify the problem ailing you." He sat me down upon a chair (to counteract the shock) and told me it was just a case of Common Writer's Block. Despite my huge sigh of relief, the fear did still remain. For what was I to do now my ideas had all been slain? The doctor was not fazed by this and gave me purple potion and to this day, I've found no cure that beats pure Inspiration!
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Ode to Inspiration
Last year my head was empty but my bin was overflowing. My hair was grey with stress and fear, my sanity was going. I went to see a doctor who'd learnt neurology. He took one look at me and cried, "Why, this is just too easy! At least give me a challenge and some research work to do I can instantly identify the problem ailing you." He sat me down upon a chair (to counteract the shock) and told me it was just a case of Common Writer's Block. Despite my huge sigh of relief, the fear did still remain. For what was I to do now my ideas had all been slain? The doctor was not fazed by this and gave me purple potion and to this day, I've found no cure that beats pure Inspiration!
emily-d
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
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