Sometimes, as a writer, you lose your voice. Not your ability to utter words through your mouth, but the unique language you express yourself through. Your persuasive tone is gone and left are childish and trivial words put on paper. Toothless words you cannot use. Most of the time we refer to this stage as writers block. It hit me at 11pm last night. Not the condition, but the realisation.
I believe in one remedy to help this condition; reading. No input, no output. It's that simple.
Today I consumed Animal Farm in one day and started my short story, relieved to have my voice back.
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