Writers Block

With words often jotted down. I’m blocked no written word to show. No flow to write off. No mad jots. Nothing comes to mind. So I write and write until I can figure out what to write about. Madly impatient with the lack of thoughts. Cause often its a range of thoughts in which I can’t pick which one to write about. Greed, need, wants, haves, halves, cake, water, baking, sports, fashion, love, life, growth… Right now a bottle of St. Germain and a hookah is the only thing I’m searching for. It’s a blur, it’s just something trapped in my head I’m looking to write. The topic is … Writers block… Very much blocked … Until…



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