No matter how good or bad my mood is, nothing is as constant as my dear friend, Writer's Block. He is never welcome, yet always seems to appear at the most inconvenient of times. I have yet to figure out how to subdue him, or even keep him away from me for very long anymore.
Oh, how I do hate him, this horrible mental infestation known as writer's block. He definitely is a block - a frustrating, unwelcome, creativity-squashing block. I have such vividly violent fantasies about him. The things I wish to do to Writer's Block would terrify even the bravest of men.
Damn you, Writer's Block. I want to write! If only I'd never met your hideous self...
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