Writer’s Block



I used to think that Writer’s Block was a street where writers lived and wrote.
I visualized it as a block where traffic was not allowed; a nice, quiet place to write.
And I was sure that there was a cafe on that block, where writers met and talked, and
jotted down ideas.


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