Clare Fisher – Writer’s Block

At some point, the Doom would fade enough for me to jump back into whatever I’d been trying to write before it began. But my characters were just words. At some point, the Doom would fade enough for me to jump back into whatever I’d been trying to write before it began. But my characters were just words. And my words: just other people’s, only clumsier, less necessary, more shameful.

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