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The Age of Butthurt

I remember the glorious days when I would write happily and feel the creativity just gushing out onto the page. My stories (even the spooky ones) were simple and sweet, filled with all the freshness and excitement from clear eyes and an uncluttered mind. I wrote without inhibition. I wrote to entertain. I played in new lands of wonder and intrigue. There was so much freedom in my writing then, so much space for me to romp in, so many sentences I could lovingly craft. All I had to think about was the story. Things are different now. Those of you who are familiar with book social media will know what I'm talking about. Those who aren't, well let's just say that there are lots of different thin

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