by Ari Collins
Forget that you’re no Shakespeare, Joyce, Hemingway, or Bergstein; you can only write what only you can write. Forget that it’s no epic. Actually, you can’t even string 56 words together. Forget that you have neither extraordinary experiences to draw upon nor the ambition to live extraordinarily. Forget all that negativity and just. Start. Typing.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Everyone Writes One About Writer's Block
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Trumpet vines could be beautiful. But I always saw them as parasites, and how can a parasite be beautiful?
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