I know, me too. But does this sound familiar?
When you sit down to write either no words come, or the ones that do are so awful you want to cut off your own hands.
I know, me too. That’s why I practise.
Come join me.
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Oh my, is it raining again? I barely noticed, I was so engrossed in my keyboard…
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