I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone…
“Oh, wait. That’s already been done.” The struggling author sighed and picked up a fresh pencil. The old pencil had been chewed in half during the previous hour. The disenchanted story-teller rose and began to pace.
“How am I supposed to write an original story when all the stories have already been told? There’s nothing left worth to tell… is there?”
Stopping by the window, the frustrated writer sighed again and stared blankly out at the rain. Somewhere deep inside there was a story waiting to be released.
“Oh, wait. That’s already been done.” The struggling author sighed and picked up a fresh pencil. The old pencil had been chewed in half during the previous hour. The disenchanted story-teller rose and began to pace.
“How am I supposed to write an original story when all the stories have already been told? There’s nothing left worth to tell… is there?”
Stopping by the window, the frustrated writer sighed again and stared blankly out at the rain. Somewhere deep inside there was a story waiting to be released.
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