The Shadows Of Doubt And How They Fuck Us
When a writer finds himself stuck, a bad influence attempts to steer him away and into its wet orifices!
He sat in front of his laptop on the bed, staring, legs crossed. Did he expect the words to magically appear on the blank document? Writer’s block? More like writer’s doubt. Having way too many ideas proved more burdensome than the stereotypical reverse. “Well, well, well,” said a female voice to his left. “Whatchu trying to do?” “You already know,” he said in a low tone. “You’re right.” Her hand rested on his shoulder, b...