sked for a coffee with milk and rolinho spring。 Then got a new block black and
a black ballpoint pen。 The all week he was trying to write something decent way to keep the
proposal for the university； but everything I wrote was a plete waste。 He never had
trouble writing
before … in general； the words simply fluíam him。 Obviously he was distracted by the
evidence； but that was not a justification。 He was blocking writer。
Dan bebeu um gole； pingando gotas de café leite em toda a primeira página em branco do
bloco。 In a way； have linked the blocking of the major writer。 Tolstoy had。 Hemingway had。
He was not sure whether your favorite French existentialist had； but concluded that everyone
should probably go through it one time or another。 That does not make things less painful；
however。 Indeed； it was excruciating。
Poor thing； that tormented soul。
Dan knew； only to look at the old black block； the last time that he had written anything of
value was before Thanksgiving； before he and Vanessa kiss is the first time and realize they
were in love。
He turned rolinho the spring in a thick sauce of plum and has a bite。 Besides the death；
love was his favorite subject； but now I was loving the words he used to write about it
seemed superficial and rough。 If he could at least find a new angle to approach the topic of
love。 Plunged in the spring rolinho sauce and took another bite。 The hot fat rolinho of
trickled down through the wrist。 Esbarrou a waitress at the hip with his elbow and he
dropped what was left of the cup rolinho； coffee with milk spreading everywhere。
Most people are annoying； but for Dan was a
moment of illuminat