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Randomness Is Addictive

So I'm making a post about randomness. I was looking at my location on here and wondering how many people looked up Marvani, Empress Island, Turkey. I wonder how long it took them to realize it was fictional. Well, Turkey is a real country. But Marvani, Empress Island is in my world Taiger. :) See how random I am? Anyways, I've been trying to work on my Taiger story everyday. But I don't get much down sometimes.

I'm going to try and get my permit again tomorrow. I'm also going to a SAVE MY LIBRARY meeting. Yes, I'm going to save my library. I'm going to get my arm back.

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  1. No. I knew Marvani, Empress Island was fictional.

    I've got major writer's block for everything. I want to write, but I just can't.

    Good luck getting your permit and I hope that you do save your library.

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  2. :D I was mainly talking about people who didn't know who I was. Blog browsers and the like.

    I have writer's block a lot too. I have ideas , but I don't know how to write them.

    Thanks. :)

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  3. Oh. That works, too. ;)

    Ideas but not the words to describe them. They should have auto-write; you type in the idea or something and the program finds the right words and pieces them into good sentences, but that would take all the fun out of it. ;)

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