I believe I killed mine somehow. But I am planning to resurrect her. Perhaps I need to do some occult rituals and make a prominent sacrifice to bring her back.
You know, the one that drives you forward. Where words and ideas seem to flow like a tsunami from your creative mind. I've had such periods and they're pure ecstasy. I long to be there again.
I have the ideas, many of them. But the words remain mostly stuck, plastered to the insides of my head. There they rummage around for a way out. Yet the gates are sealed, the fortress barred. The only way out is to drive a ram through the gates. Force it open and conquer this weakened state of mind.
I can do it. I must do it. I will do it. So it is.
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