Keeps going, and going, and going…

What the hell is writer’s block? A chemical imbalance? Depression? Laziness? Who knows.

I think that at times, at least for me, a visual person, see a blank sheet, precise in dimension, seeming to demand to fill it’s defined dimensions, and feel fettered, challenged to do as orders me to do, and punish or humiliate me if I fail.

Who needs that?

So, go on a roll. be limitless. Runners keep moving when they don’t see a demarcation. Nor should a writer.

Published by ivanonthekeys

I throw words together for stories, poems, and other things. When alone, I think. and abide. The Many-Minded Monster Morosely Minds his Meat.

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