Trying to overcome writer's block is like trying to drag breath from an asthmatic. It seems to suck something directly from the soul, leaving nothing behind. Normally, there's a wellspring of ideas and concepts that are still percolating within the mind, but when there's nothing, a blankness, it frustrates me.
All I want to do is write my original fiction and enjoy escaping and writing a little fanfiction here and there.
I have to go get ready for the day. Walking to Sharon station and taking the commuter rail to get to South Station today, so that I can grab the train to Quincy Center, then the 236 or 238 bus, depending upon whichever one comes sooner. Ugh. I'm so glad I don't have to do this for work more than once.
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