The Future Has Been Silent Of Late

Here we go again.  That painful dry spell every writer abhors where ideas refuse to come close enough to be examined.  I get them too often to ever write professionally.  I would never make a deadline.  So here I am writing about not being able to write.

“Why?” you may ask.  Because every other writer who has hit that creative wall has done it.  Some have probably done it more than once in a year.  It is a matter of keeping the writing muscles toned.  If you have nothing to write about, write about nothing.  This is my first nothing.

It won’t be my last.

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About Julirose

Amateur word arranger, avid number cruncher, and science fiction and fantasy enthusiast.
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