I can’t write. Not lately.
I can’t even cough up a decent sentence, let alone a paragraph. I stare numb at the computer screen, or a fresh piece of lined paper. Thoughts move about in my head, but never make it out - - not coherently.
“I made an appointment with my shrink,” Shan says. “I’ll ask him what’s wrong with you.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Seriously? You’re too hard on yourself.”
Seriously? I need a one way ticket to Tahiti.
I can’t even cough up a decent sentence, let alone a paragraph. I stare numb at the computer screen, or a fresh piece of lined paper. Thoughts move about in my head, but never make it out - - not coherently.
“I made an appointment with my shrink,” Shan says. “I’ll ask him what’s wrong with you.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Seriously? You’re too hard on yourself.”
Seriously? I need a one way ticket to Tahiti.
2 comments:
Even the greatest writers in the world have had writer's block at some point or another. I can't remember who it was I heard being interviewed the other day but he said when he gets that way he knows that the story isn't going in the right direction and he needs to re-analyze.
That makes sense. Re-analyzation is in store! (But Tahiti still sounds nice.)
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