Okay, so I’m going through that bout of writer’s block. And you know how some people say to “force yourself to write”?
Well, the more I force myself to attempt to write something, whether it be a story or a poem or something that has to do with tile flooring, the more I start to resent the art that I have a passion for. I’m all for being patient and waiting for something to come along. But when it comes to writing, I want it done now, and sometimes, realistically, it’s not possible.
So, here’s a note to myself: Don’t force it. Let go, let it flow. If I can’t do it now, I’ll do it later. If I can’t do it later, then I’ll poke someone else to help me. If all else fails…
I’ll draw a comic.
It sucks. I’m usually bustling with ideas, whether it be for blogs, or plays, or whatever. Now I have one idea for a play lodged in the back of my head before I get Mirrored Worlds at least half way done, and at least one of my older plays (much older plays) out of the way. I always have a creative twist on even my paid posts, but I am fresh out of Impromptu Shorties about auto insurance online. I guess it shall pass, but it’s still a bit annoying.










