Drinking from a firehose
Writer's block in the age of Trump.
When Trump was re-elected last November, and a week or so later when I finally emerged from under my bed, I decided there was a silver lining to a cloud which was darker than a Spinal Tap album cover:
At least I wouldn’t be short of things to write about any time soon.
Every writer’s worst nightmare is something like this:
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