the long slog - by Ava - bookbear express

by Martha Jungwirth Some days what I write just feels dead to me. There’s no motion, no breath, no little twitch of the closed eye on the page. Some days I can’t bear to drag myself to the gym—too sick of unracking, re-racking, experimenting with various uninspired Spotify playlists. But unfortunately I’ve reached the phase of life where I can no longer …