The Block is Back,
In the front of my brain,
Causing lack,
and head pain.
Though I read,
I'm still uninspired,
My creativity has fleed,
I've sunk, quagmired,
To the depths of numb,
That mind state,
Where you constantly feel dumb,
Like there's a huge weight,
Pushing you down.
In writers block I inevitably drown.
A little sonnet I wrote in June, which I constantly go back to.
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LOL!
Thanks! LOL! Yeah... sadly Fled does not rhyme with "read"... so I'm just gonna stick with my improper poem (until I have time to rewrite) for now. Thanks for reading :D!!! Which I had thought of the fleed, fled thing earlier... maybe I could change it to read... as in... it sounds like "red" :P
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
:)
This totally describes the dreaded nightmare, writers block. I've had it for a few months, actually. :)
The Nicholas Sparks story--Wow. I was glued to the screen. It was amazing. I can't believe you wrote something like that....(sorry, not meant in an offensive way!) it was so good. I loved it. I really did. In fact, it inspired me to write a similar plot. Which I hope you don't mind. :) You did such a good job!!!!!
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
Nice job, I feel the same way
Nice job, I feel the same way often! Instead of fleed, it should be fled.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond