About a book I wrote. And then I remember I haven’t written it yet. And then I go back to my notes and see everything I’m working on and hate it. Supposedly I’m just supposed to go with it, because only shitty writers think they’re any good, right?
There is no fear in this heart.
a standing stone.
an offering to ancient gods.
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