021: Dry Spell

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The day after I unpacked, it finally happened. I sat down at my keyboard, and I stared at a blank screen. I didn't know what to write.

For the first time in years, I was out of ideas. I had stepped into the short story market with a legion of finished pieces. I'd climbed the top of the best seller list. I had a mantle full of trophies for my efforts. I'd even taken this prestigious writer-in-residence position, which was exactly the point where my creativity had dried up.

I never should have moved into this writer's block!

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