Dark and sinister waves of blah wash over me and take all creativity from me. The devil stole my imagination. All the incantations I know have failed in the face of such darkness. There is a light, faint in the distance, but I am weak, and can only pray I will reach it before it is extinguished.
The Writer's Devil
The Writer's Devil
The Writer's Devil
Dark and sinister waves of blah wash over me and take all creativity from me. The devil stole my imagination. All the incantations I know have failed in the face of such darkness. There is a light, faint in the distance, but I am weak, and can only pray I will reach it before it is extinguished.
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