There is nothing more frustrating for a writer than the ever dreaded Writer’s Block. Our imaginary friends have stopped talking to us. Um, Hello! How can we tell their stories if they close the door in our face? So, we look like idiots standing there banging on the door until they decide to get up off their butts to unlock the stupid thing. By that time, we want to punch them in their imaginary faces. Good thing they are not real, or I think a lot of us would try. They want to talk then, and we are so frustrated that we are like Shut the Hell Up! You made us wait, so now you can wait on us. Yeah…If that were really true. We bow down to their wishes and follow them around like puppies waiting for a crumb to fall.
On a serious note, I try to push through the writer’s block even if I only write a sentence or two that day. It’s better than nothing. I keep pushing through in hopes I will bust through the locked door and smack them in their faces. If only I could smack them in their faces. My writer’s block usually last a couple of weeks, then I am back on the writing train.
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