… That’s it. That’s all I got. Unicorns poop magic rainbows.
For ten days I’ve been unable to write a single thing. Ten days! Ten long, miserable days of nothing.
Desperate times calling for desperate measure, I locked myself in my bedroom till I have written something of worth. I’ve been here 5 hours 12 minutes and 7 second. Eight seconds. Nine seconds.
I then I found it!
This glorious and magical thing that raised me from the depths of literary deadness. A thing so purely stupid and pointless that it clearly should never ever exist.
And yet it does. And people will buy it for their little girls. And others, like me, will watch it over and over and over again, till they feel like they’re slowly going mad.
Unicorns poop magic rainbows.
Yes, that just happened. Even sadder still; this took me over an hour to “write”.