Have you ever had one of those days when you just plain couldn't think of what to write?
Well, I have.
In fact, I'm having one right now. That's why I'm writing this.
Whenever I look out my window, my eye is drawn instantly to the icicle hanging from my front porch roof. It's about the length of my forearm, from elbow to wrist, and the sun is lighting it in such a way that it shines like a sun of its own, all shimmery glass and ice and grace. The droplets falling from its tip are like little stars, winking as they tremble a moment before plunging into space.
I tap my fingers impatiently on the keyboard. I am clueless, and I don't know what to write. I tap them again. I'm not getting anywhere.
In order to conquer my Writer's Block, I will write things like this whenever the beforementioned Writer's Block rears its ugly head. I will defeat it, and I will be free from its chains.
This is only my first tiny little piece of Block that I am dissecting and analyzing, for my benefit more than yours. Do not expect it to be the last.
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RandomI originally titled this "Concept of Beast". It was an attempt to defeat writer's block by writing whatever came into my head. Well, I didn't like the title, so I changed it. (I also didn't like the description, so I changed it to this.) This is any...
