That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

Markus Zusak
That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining...
That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining...
That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining...
That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining...
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Most writers are unhappy unless they are writing. Some complain about things that are happening outside their writing, but most of the time they are feeling good because they are writing. Writers are very happy when they are at work. The best part of being a writer is when you get to write.

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