A Bad Start

After talking with my friend, I had 30 minutes before I had to go to work. So I figured I'd use them to do something I haven't done in a while: write. The best metaphor I can think of is how I regurgitated my medicine after trying to dry swallow them. I had to pull my pills out of my own vomit and reswallow them. That's how writing felt today. I thought I had books in me, instead I have paragraphs. I knew what I wanted when I was writing but I lack the skill to pull it off. Thank God there's no such thing as talent when it comes to writing. Because I dont have it. I couldn't describe the scene, what my character was feeling or anything of value to draw in a reader. It felt like I was describing the scene from afar, not experiencing it. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. But it's better to have it down than have a blank page. I can't fix a blank page.

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