Writer's Block
After spending the wee hours of the morning reading my housemate's copy of the latest issue of Poets & Writers I find myself thinking:
I'm the owner of a comic-book shop.What the fuck am I doing?
I can almost hear the fourteen-year-old I used to be screaming: THAT WAS PLAN B!! YOU GAVE UP PRETTY FAST, ASSHOLE! I didn't give up. Not consciously, anyway. That said, I have some responsibilities and those responsibilities preclude having much time to do what I really want: write.
We'll see about that on the permanent. We'll see.
~ @JonGorga
I'm the owner of a comic-book shop.What the fuck am I doing?
I can almost hear the fourteen-year-old I used to be screaming: THAT WAS PLAN B!! YOU GAVE UP PRETTY FAST, ASSHOLE! I didn't give up. Not consciously, anyway. That said, I have some responsibilities and those responsibilities preclude having much time to do what I really want: write.
We'll see about that on the permanent. We'll see.
~ @JonGorga
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