I've already sped through two of my usual writing stages...elatedly thinking idea is great and feeling excited (see previous post) and realising it's not. Usually this takes about two weeks, but I've managed it in one and a half days. I still don't know what I'm writing really, which is why I'm now stuck. I have a desire to include a dinosaur but I'm not sure how it's relevant. Have realised I've never seriously answered, or even asked myself the question, what happens when you die? This is a bit of a shock. I thought I had a questing mind that embraced hardcore truths, but no, I have the mind of a coward that would rather hide in a corner and must be beaten with sticks out into the light.


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