Having your article ready to publish, spending 3 hours searching the perfect image to fit in.
Writing a story, like it so much, get stuck in the last part you wrote because you don’t want to f*** it up. Stare at the screen for years.
Cringing at old writings.
Being months without being inspired, force you to write, write something horrible.
Falling in love with your story, be proud of yourself.
Apologies for any grammar mistake, I´m not a native English speaker.
Love,
Frau Neuer.
