All in the freaking trash. What a waste of time. ๐
Not a goddamn thing worth salvaging.
I am not one of those people who can sit down and do the act of writing without being inspired. I can’t trudge through it like a true author would. God knows I have tried, but that is just not my style.
Lately, I am lucky if I can come up with something mildly amusing for these stupid daily prompts, I swear.

Gotten nowhere on my spy story, nowhere on my barbarian adventures. Not even a measly fricking poem.
And I am just bitching to bitch, so don’t mind me. It keeps me from getting pissed off, deleting everything in a fit of agitation, and then throwing my monitor. ๐


To those of you who can trudge through the quagmire and produce something worthwhile, I tip my cap to you. Personally, I’d rather put my head through a concrete wall.


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