Schreibblockade

Narrator: It's now month 3, and Voidkin still suffers from writer’s block.

Me: Shush, you’re not helping me think!

Narrator: She sits and stares at the blank pages, trying to stay active *just* enough on Prose so she’s not forgotten.

Me: Shut upppp

Narrator: Hoping to look back at her other posts for some ideas that have long been used.

Me: You just announce the obvious, stupid narrator...

Narrator: And there she is, getting distracted once again, yelling at the voice in her head. Her mouth at a loss for words and with a mind that is running out of storage.

Me: I WILL THROW A BRICK AT YOUR HEAD!!!!

*Bangs head on keyboard*

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I’m sorry, I’m out of ideas.