Believe me when I say, I’ve tried. I tried sitting in front of a computer, but ended up ordering pizza and having a rage-blackout because no one understands Britney Spears. I tried reading a stack of books because authors—good ones—tend to get me in the mood, but all I ended up with was two decent short stories and a lot of bone-crippling anxiety.
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