The difficult bit of being the writer, she muses, is the realization of the limits of our capabilities. Surely you can and will sit in front of your screen, against a window, lounge on a sofa or hobble against a wall. Scribble on notepads, rifle through notebooks, type hastily on Notepad 4.0. Surely you can do it all, effortlessly. You can imitate, you can hallucinate, create images out of thin air, capture raw emotion and transcribe it effortlessly.
Surely you can write and create and make something out of nothing at all.
But of course the difficult bit of being the writer, she muses again, is to remain aware that you do this for your reason, and not to fight the loneliness. Not to create because reality has failed. Not to manifest because if you wouldn't, there would be nothing at all.
The difficult bit is to remain in one world. One life.
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