sometimes

Sometimes my brain is completely blank, lacking even one iota of inspiration. I wonder how many hours I've wasted staring at the screen or into the blank pages of my journal before I resign myself to typing a few paragraphs of diary-esque drivel or filling the page with doodles of curly ques and flowers? Sometimes I dream of... Continue Reading →

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