Have you ever had so much to write that nothing comes out? You know what I'm talking about. Your mind is cranking at a bazillion miles an hour, you're uber-excited about all of the new developments in your story and as sooon as you sit down to let the magic flow, THUD.
Not a sentence. Not a word. Not even a friggin' syllable.
What do you do when you hit the wall? How do you manage to push past the THUD so that the fantastic story living in your head actually materializes?
This week in books 6/23/17
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