Writing is fucking hard.

Trying to be nostalgic today to gain inspiration for writing, I decided to walk around downtown Chattanooga hoping to feel like I was in New York again.

You guys might not know this, but I write for an online magazine called Mountain Weekly News.  I have three articles published, and I have a total of seven articles yet to be turned in.  Oops.  Six of which have been due for 3+ months.  Two of which are actually finished, yet unsatisfying, so I decided to not turn them in.  I’m awful.

I have an article due last week that I’m almost done with, but I’ve come to a block.  Due to life, I’ve lost inspiration to write about rock climbing, and find myself wanting to write about my own life now.  Back to blogging…..  Fucking shit…..  I hate saying I’m a blogger.  Sounds so internet.

Writer’s block is the absolute worst.  Especially when it directly involves your work.  That’s my money.  That’s my livelihood.  Not really, though — they don’t pay me.  What writer gets paid?!?!  Hahahaha.

Sigh…

So now I’m in coffee shop number two, waiting for my big revelation.  Yet, I’m writing this load of unentertaining crap.  It’s getting late though. Maybe scotch is the creative juice I’m looking for.

Pardon my French.

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