Why??

Writer’s block is the worse. It is the point in an artist’s work of art that everything comes grinding to a halt.

When Writer’s block hits me it is always when I feel the need to write, I want to write, I want to continue my stories and my sad attempts at art, but it is like a jam between my brain and my fingers.

My brain is filled with scenarios and witty banter to make a reader giggle, but trying to recreate that is lack luster and pale comparted to the images in my mind.

When Writer’s block hits me I mope around the house, I refuse to talk to anyway, I just sit at my desk and stare off into space, these wasted ideas swirling in my head.

Reading just fuels my inability to create, games lack their usual fun, and music is nothing but noise slamming repeatedly against my ear drums. Food is a tasteless mass in my mouth and liquids is plain uninspiring water.

Writer’s block is a lot like depression.

My ‘depression’ lasts for days, even weeks. I want to do nothing but sleep it off like a bad sickness.

Then one day my writer’s block is gone, lifted. My smile brightens, the bounce is back in my step, my monotone is gone.

My fingers fly across my keyboard, my computer trying to keep up with the words. I am lost in my own world, surrounded by my characters, music singing in my ears, fueling my furious fingers.

After the storm is a beautiful rainbow. After Writer’s block is a refreshed story spun from gratification and hope that the writer’s block has “block” all the bad ideas from your art.