Why am I writing books?

I have asked myself this question quite frequently in recent months, because until a few days ago I had not written a single page. Some nights I sat down at the laptop, opened the program and … yes, and that was it. Sometimes I shut down the computer again after a few minutes, sometimes I sat there for half an hour, typed a word here, a sentence here and deleted everything directly. The thoughts were simply not with the thing, were – related to the writing – as blocked.

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