Short Story: Good To Be King
Jack hadn’t been able to write. Not with all of those books staring down at him. They were supposed to be the inspiration. The aspiration. The influence, even. Instead, he just sat there, day after day, crippled by a fear of failure, a fear of imposter syndrome, a fear of inability, a fear of, um, repetition.
The ideas had all been done. And owning every…
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