My experience so far is that the pathway to successful writing is littered with the carcasses of false starts. It is a desolate boneyard of abandoned great ideas, haunted by the ghosts of good intentions.
My writing career seems to be in terminal decline before it has even started and I have little idea how to turn this particular tide. Perhaps I should write a biography of King Canute as he appeared to have about as much success as me in that regard.
I wasn’t expecting to achieve much with this post, other than to do something vaguely useful with my mind while I enjoy the final cold drops of coffee.
In the current wasteland of my creative genius I suppose that counts as some sort of progress.
Ho hum, on we go…more coffee??
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