When Writer's Block Strikes...

I groaned and held my head. Why weren’t any good ideas popping up? I shuffled my hair. I splashed my face with cold water. I looked at pictures.


I nearly went nuts! I sat down at my desk again. I picked up the pen. I dropped it. I put my hands on the keyboard. I slid them away.

This damned writer’s block! How I hate it! It’s like a disease that creeps into your hands and brain and they all go screwy so you can’t put a decent sentence down.

I moaned for another few minutes; Inspiration lit like a light bulb in my head-

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