What does that mean to me?
Wasted time. Long hours. Another coffee please?
Don’t you hate it when you can’t even sleep?
Your mind awake like someone who left on all the lights
Looking at a blank page
Rewriting that same sentence twice
Starring out a rainy window
Trying to get inspired
Writing to the point that my characters are getting tired.
Only to question my writing when it’s done.
Questioning a world i evented myself
Researching. Brainstorming. Mapping ideas again
Little sparks flicker here and there
Waiting for magic to come through
Nothing happens. I spoke too soon.
Best to write later in the afternoon.
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