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I write words that string together into sentences; these make grammatical sense.  But to me, these are nothing.  There is no feeling in a few words strung together into a sentence.  Meaningful and heartfelt sentences are formulated in a hasty rush.  Scrawled onto paper napkins or onto well-worn notebooks poisoned with coffee mug stains and salty tears, enough wet to fill a thousand tea cups.

I am a writer who does not write.  Go figure.  I feel like time wasted is time spent without a pen in my hand.  I am a full-time experience technician.  But I am on annual leave.  I feel my heart getting smaller and the breaths shorter with each moment I do not write.

I escape the torment of writer's block by reading.  I walk into tiny bookshops, conspicuously hidden in back streets and side alleys, and I search for inspiration.  I search for something I recognise.  A feeling from an author to which I can relate and then I run from the bookshop to my desk where I write and I write, stealing just enough eagerness from these published authors as needed to scribble down those jagged words and well-spent phrases.

Description
I write words that string together into sentences; these make grammatical sense.  But to me, these are nothing.  There is no feeling in a few words strung together into a sentence.  Meaningful and heartfelt sentences are formulated in a hasty rush.  Scrawled onto paper napkins or onto well-worn notebooks poisoned with coffee mug stains and salty tears, enough wet to fill a thousand tea cups.

I am a writer who does not write.  Go figure.  I feel like time wasted is time spent without a pen in my hand.  I am a full-time experience technician.  But I am on annual leave.  I feel my heart getting smaller and the breaths shorter with each moment I do not write.

I escape the torment of writer's block by reading.  I walk into tiny bookshops, conspicuously hidden in back streets and side alleys, and I search for inspiration.  I search for something I recognise.  A feeling from an author to which I can relate and then I run from the bookshop to my desk where I write and I write, stealing just enough eagerness from these published authors as needed to scribble down those jagged words and well-spent phrases.