Lizzi writes about not writing.
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything of substance, I think I’ve forgotten how it goes.
This isn’t another “I’m staring at a blank screen, with the cursor winking and winking, taunting me with my lack of inspiration…” posts – in truth, I feel rather apprehensive about it, as though the cursor might, at any moment, leap from the screen in a death-strike, or the lid of the laptop slam shut on my fingers, gnashing and howling in anger at my pretensions. I’m not comfortable. Not for me the sweaty palms and raised heartbeat of sudden anxiety, but a sullen, gnawing discouragement in the pit of my stomach, and a darkness on the peripherals of my mental horizon – Danger! – don’t do this…
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