I used to write for days. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and jot things down on a napkin next to my bed. I'd hear ideas in my ears as I listened to you talk, or the radio, or whatever
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i don't have anything encouraging to say, but i can commiserate. for me, it seems like the more stable/happy my life has become, the less overall passion i have. passion for writing, art, exercise, sex, films. everything. there's this painfully inverse relationship between well-being and creative energy.
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not sure which is worth more.
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