I've gone through 95% of the books I got in the past 6 months or so and for some reason, I can't tell you about them. I keep opening the drafts, editing a bit, then I end up staring at the blinking cursor for the rest of the day. Maybe it's because my typing skills can't keep up with my thought process or probably that I'm trying too hard to be as erudite as possible without coming off as a know-it-all ass. The contradiction that generally rules my writing isn't helped one bit by procrastination.
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