When your brain is so jammed full of stuff, overthinking itself to a standstill, you know you’ve got a dose of the blocks, writers block. Even my faithful fountain pen came out in sympathy. Plenty of ink in the cartridge but nothing flowing out. The nib needed a good old soak to get rid of the blockage. I wonder if I should do the same for my brain?
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