Is it really 'writer's block' or you, writing half of your story and some demon just pop right beside you, whispering, not to continue your work of art. like 'hey, go away. I don't need you here. Stop tempting me. No, no -- err . . Fine. I'll finish this tomorrow' and tomorrow became next week and next week became next month and next month became a year and a year became not at all.
-- W. K
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