So you have a calling to write; at least, you thought you did until you sat down and stared into the abyss of the blank page with its blinking cursor taunting you, insisting you have nothing worthwhile to say. You suddenly fear that all of your seemingly great ideas are completely innocuous, not to mention a bit sophomoric, and you are beginning to doubt whether you really have a calling to write at all. Perhaps it was just indigestion. You may as well save some time, chuck the whole thing and resign yourself to reading the works of other writers, the real writers. The good new is, you’ll never have to face the tyranny of the blank page again.
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