Trouble
Another day wasted. If i was King or Sanderson, I'd have two books written by now. I can't do anything these past two days. I don't even read. What's wrong with me? Why do I sleep so much? I look at the computer screen and I get scraps of story written but nothing big done. My stupid autistic brain is like a wall I can't get through. Tomorrow I'm going to the ai and hitting the books.
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