Welcome my friend,
Please have a seat,
Let me tell you about the time when I had a writer's block.
It begins with me staring at my fourth rough draft on my laptop screen, and attempting to elaborate on my one and only paragraph.
"This. This is the only thing I could come up within a span of two hours. Wow. This is actually horrible."
As I re-read my one and only paragraph, my thoughts begin to sound like this:
Write something. Anything. Something. One thing. Do something. Something. Anything.
I feel stuck and unable to move forward in this process. I am lost in the actualities of life, but I feel content with how events are unfolding.
Life being life is panning out things at the right time; so, life is going steadily well.
Yet, the same song plays in the background:
Write something. Anything. Something. One thing. Do something. Something. Anything.
Eventually, I come to the conclusion that this stagnant state could be a part of inspiration,
(brief pause)
Inspiration strikes!
With a serious face on, I decide to talk about having a writer's block. Then, half-way through my post, I am unable to think of any more words to say, leading me back to square one, and possibly my fifth rough draft.
What do I do?
Post it.