Yes...
Will I ever love something I write again? Or am I now like Mark Twain, steering the steamboat down the river, aware of the bumps and ripples, less entranced by the sunset on the water?
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"If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy or both -- you must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you." — Ray Bradbury
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