When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people tooโleave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.
Margaret AtwoodI never have [suffered writerโs block], although Iโve had books that didnโt work out. I had to stop writing them. I just abandoned them. It was depressing, but it wasnโt the end of the world. When it really isnโt working, and youโve been bashing yourself against the wall, itโs kind of a relief. I mean, sometimes you bash yourself against the wall and you get through it. But sometimes the wall is just a wall. Thereโs nothing to be done but go somewhere else.
Margaret Atwood