<!-- wp:paragraph -->
<p>Some days i want to write and thats as far as i get. The want. I spend around 75% of my time wanting to write, researching and making notes, which leaves me 25% of free time to sit down in my office to write. Wrong. As a crumbling human being i am already beating my head against the nine to five trivia of feeling ill equipped to survive, let alone forcing myself to create magic when i feel.. ill equipped. I believe a lot has to do with witnessing other getting shit the easy way. I fear i haven't done enough or been out there, perhaps i've been awfully lazy. Perhaps. Perhaps. <br />Though that's not the case. The fact that i will likely live to see my 30th birthday fucking astounds me.</p>
<!-- /wp:paragraph -->