I Want to Write, but Life Keeps Happening

Putting my writing on hold can get frustrating.

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I fantasize about finding a cabin on Walden Pond and becoming a reclusive writer like Henry David Thoreau. He lived in his simplistic cabin there for two years and two months to escape over-civilization. He wouldn’t do very well today if he thought it was overpopulated back in 1845.