you sit there with a blank page or screen
wanting to be the next Rowling or Rankin
words fail to come, you write words but nothing seems to make sense
then at midnight, words flow more freely
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
you sit there with a blank page or screen
wanting to be the next Rowling or Rankin
words fail to come, you write words but nothing seems to make sense
then at midnight, words flow more freely
unfinished
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