Again I had some great ideas for tonight’s post, but now I feel more blank than a new and empty diary. It’s like my subconscience decided to close shop early as no one bothered coming.
This is the worst part as a writer. As you are round and about doing things you get the greatest ideas, but when you get home it’s like you enter this force field that blanks your mind.
Luckily we’re going to have a week off in a bit. I know, I’ve said it before but I’m so looking forward to not be at work for a whole week. So the day I finally leave that place I will be so happy.
So in other words; writers block sucks harder than a… I don’t know. It just blows having a writers block.
I’ll finish my cuppa and go to bed.
Take care.
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