Charles Bukowski wrote 'Don't try' on his gravestone.
This has pissed off a great deal of people off.
Don't try. Don't try to write.
I get it.
I understand it.
I believe it.
Writing comes out of you.
It is a heartbeat of emotion. It is rage, frustration, pain, sadness, anger, and it is love. It is raw emotion.
I didn't try when I wrote the first four chapters of Millionaire shot. The first four chapters are why I'm trying to write the rest of the story. There's more. I promise. It's somewhere. If only I could stop trying so damn hard to find it.
I didn't try to come up with Elenora's story. It was a thought in my head and it played out and I wrote it all on paper and I didn't stop and I didn't plan and I wrote and I wrote for endless hours. At work I was writing. In my dreams I wrote and I wrote and now like a virus another writers block is coming to haunt me and snuff out every bit of sanity in me, or at least the remainder of sanity because most of it went when words found me.
My point.
Writers block sucks.
Writers block is trying.
Not trying is what comes after and I can't wait.