Unleash Your Inner Rebel: The Secret Art of Guerrilla Writing Revealed
Sometimes, I even find myself creating disruption. While writing this in a coffee house, I deliberately forgot the charging cord for my old laptop with the tired battery. The battery claimed I had 90 minutes to create greatness. The minutes trickled away like some trick of time in a Christopher Nolan movie. Ninety minutes is a lie. My battery is critical. Plug in now, the battery says. The joke’s on you, battery. I’ve just finished my draft. It is time to retreat. And I shall return.
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