On Writers Block

I’m over-tired. I’m a mess, my house is a mess…and here I sit, wondering why the hell I can’t write and where did all my creative energy go. Hmmm…

It would seem that the winds of change are a blowin’ and I am right smack dab in the middle of a hurricane; anxiously awaiting the eye of the storm for that brief moment of calm before it all starts comin’ down again.

So here I sit…again, hunched over my computer screen, waiting for the ideas to come… and all I get is a blank white page staring back at me.

There is absolutely nothing more intimidating to a writer, than a blank, white, page.