Every day. I forgot how hard it was to keep at it. It isn’t a fear of the blank page, nor a pressure that gold come from my thoughts. Just feel that I got nothing.
How you doing?
Okay. You?
Same.
Every day. I forgot how hard it was to keep at it. It isn’t a fear of the blank page, nor a pressure that gold come from my thoughts. Just feel that I got nothing.
How you doing?
Okay. You?
Same.