Today was a bad day for Joshua P’ng amateur writer. Well it was okay for Joshua P’ng study wart, or Joshua P’ng anything else, but the moment I clicked the pen and whipped out notebook, it was just drull and mind blank. My time-travel idea is ranging from twitching to dead, something I haven’t gotten off the ground no matter how good it sounds, right now I playing Russian roulette with it. My second idea concerning zombie apocalypse and crazy survivors is also struggling to get beyond derivative. It’s days like this that make me wonder why oh why I want to be a writer if I’m utter shite. Its was also a cold and windy day too.
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