I've tried skipping to the next bit I actually can write and then coming back, but ended up with a pathetic Swiss cheese thing just hanging there limply. The only comfort I can offer is the lie I keep telling myself: this can't last forever. At the very least, I can look forward to dying at some point and being released from this ridiculous impulse to make words into things. ;)
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I've tried skipping to the next bit I actually can write and then coming back, but ended up with a pathetic Swiss cheese thing just hanging there limply. The only comfort I can offer is the lie I keep telling myself: this can't last forever. At the very least, I can look forward to dying at some point and being released from this ridiculous impulse to make words into things. ;)