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The simple fact of the matter, ladies and gentlemen, is that I have writers block.
And it is driving me mad.
I can write neither a poem nor a story, let alone a novel. I've tried to trace the cause of this hinderance to some tangible reason, but there are none to be found.
In any case, I tire of the monotony of my days. I get up, go to work, come home, and either practice arabic, play guitar or work out. This would all me much more enjoyable if I had friends to go out with, or have come over.
In short, my inspiration is gone because all of you are too.
And it is driving me mad.
I can write neither a poem nor a story, let alone a novel. I've tried to trace the cause of this hinderance to some tangible reason, but there are none to be found.
In any case, I tire of the monotony of my days. I get up, go to work, come home, and either practice arabic, play guitar or work out. This would all me much more enjoyable if I had friends to go out with, or have come over.
In short, my inspiration is gone because all of you are too.