I sigh, the taste of coffee still in my mouth as I stare wall in front of me. Tapping my pencil hoping some thing will come to my mind. Nothing. I comb my brain for the answers. Names, Dates, Places, Problems, still nothing comes to mind. Announce and angry fill my brain as I stare at the blank pages. "I can't be the only one this happens to...I had so many ideas...where did they go?" I ponder out loud still nothing coming to mind. "why does it always happen?" I ask myself. I read some of my old works still nothing coming to mind. "I have already used all my ideas...so many stories unread by the world...all my ideas used, but unseen" I lay my head down on the table, staring at the clock the mocks my lack of progress. That's when the terrible two words come to mind Writer's Block.
