Sitting and staring blankly, willing my fingers to dance across the keyboard but it remains stubbornly still, whilst being surrounded by books and papers that exude eloquence: reviewed by men of influence and claimed to be ‘the best writer around’, papers that receive A’s, classics. I say
my first draft of a memoir sounds like shit
xiao… when all else fails, try the paper and pen…
it’s always nicer to write on paper than type it… for me it works.