For us, writers, few things are more frustrating than to finally sit down at our desks after taking care of real life chores only to be struck dumb by the blank page or the white screen. Writer’s block can be quite disabling, a form of writerly constipation that the harder we try to overcome, the more it aggravates. It pleases me to say that I have not suffered from this writer’s malady for a long time, which I believe is largely due to the conscious defenses against it I have taken. If you have the time, I would like to share these with you.
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I cannot wait to have this feeling again.Gazing into his eyes, falling in love with him, and every word he utters out of his mouth. I imagine that finding love again after a heart break is thee most beautiful occurrence. We all deserve to be loved, and we also need to love back in return.
P.S I hope you’re tall,dark,built and handsome (LOL)
My Solitude is Bliss.
Solitude has always been my companion through life. People came and went, but solitude stayed. I don’t mean the solitude of loneliness, but rather the solitude of the spirit, which may well exist even when we are surrounded by others, even when we share a bed with someone. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that I have read One Hundred Years of Solitude eleven times, or that being alone in the silence of my room for hours on end every day does not bother me. I need solitude to write, read, think, and be with myself. I am aware, however, that solitude is addictive, that it can creep on us like ivy over an abandoned tower. For those of us who need solitude to function, work, or just to cope with the turmoil of life, it is a question of how much solitude we allow ourselves…
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