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I am slowly slipping into a realm of uncertainty. This place, it is a scenery I have grown familiar with. Such a place is like a deserted island I have frequented for the last 20 or so years. At this point in my writing journey, I am contemplating letting Mellory-Ellory (ME. Ha, see what I did there?) to metaphorically kick my own ass. This slump of not knowing where to go with my story, or how to allow the voices in my head to continue being the driver, is downright annoying.
How would I go about pulling off such a beating, you may ask? I would slam my face into the keyboard, allowing the keys to become close acquaintances with my teeth and beak. Maybe that would break something loose within my noggin, aiding in this fucking block from having a hold on me. Maybe, just maybe, I could finally be successful in my attempts to develop a worthy storyline. Maybe if I beat my head in hard enough, I will be victorious in my battle against the English language flourishing from my fingertips...
To summarize, writer's block is a bitch.
