Writers Block
I'm sitting here Trying to write But the words won't flow This just isn't right What could I say See, want, hear I've got writers block Love, death, fear Most days I could say anything Complete it...
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I'm sitting here Trying to write But the words won't flow This just isn't right What could I say See, want, hear I've got writers block Love, death, fear Most days I could say anything Complete it...
Hello again, today is Friday, November 30, 2012. I've discovered that instead of being scared by authors' attempts at horror, I am enveloped.
Lately when you write. It makes me stop and think. The things you're telling us. Must be written in blue ink. Do not get me wrong. I love to read your art. Your gifted way with words.
So this is my 600th post. I don't know what to say. You all write such wonderful things, it takes my breath away. So this is my 600th post. Thank you for listening to me.
Constant consonants and various vowels. Used to confuse and twist in your mouth. A relentless write rigorously wrote. Spiralling sentences slipperily spoke. A wondrously winding wave of words.
You wield your sword with utmost ease Myself, I wield a pen You cry and leap forward, roaring While I yawn and start again A dragon looms from inky darkness While my pen is scratching away Sparkling...
A quick way to knock one out. For the urge & the need to write. When finding time is causing strife. No time to give your work undivided attention.
Through my own stupidity I somehow forgot about the brilliant @leelee101's entry, if it makes you feel better @leelee101 I wouldn't have picked you as my winner anyway, I'm just far too jealous of...
Poetry, hypnotises and spellbinds us rhyme, metre and image designed to fix the poem in our memory, to burn it deeper than prose to stay in the memory for a split second longer to use the poem as a...
Start composing what. What indeed mr Opuss.
All... Words Tell stories And stories tell Tales. Tales of trees And leaves. Tales of water And seas. Tales of secrets and lies. All things we ...
(Best read in voice over man voice like a TV advert. Please, this is tongue in cheek. Laugh at yourself if you recognise anything) Suffering from writers block. Ran out of things to say.
Like if you like Don't if you don't The simplest of choices You will or you won't Poems or stories Or something to sing A host of one-liners If climbing's your thing Personally I like Pieces that...
It starts with pen and paper, Typewriter, print or screen.
Just another chapter In your never ending story A phrase that will haunt me Until the day I die For the beauty we shared You jot down for all too see I'm glad I could provide you With an exciting...
Perfect bliss Heavens kiss Once upon a time do these things happen. ONCE upon a time. The significance of this goes to show what writers ought to know and what readers need to see.
Id love to write an amazing rhyme, Its not that I don't have the time, It's just that I have writers block, I can't get my brain to unlock.
I think I caught some Writer's Block, I really got it bad. I'm showing all the symptoms, It's something really sad. My page is white as paper, My pen just can't get up.
Sharp as knives, blunt as bricks Use 'em well to get some kicks Make you laugh, make you cry Lay you low or get you high Used each day without a thought Seriously or just for sport Really good for...
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What to write. What to write. What shall I write today. What to write. What to write. I have so much to say. What to write. What to write. Let's make words come to life. What to write. What to write.
First posts are always the hardest. You never know what to write and whatever you do write automatically makes you sound like a complete knob.
Ok readers of Moon-Rise, I'm going to finish it on the cliff hanger when they got married.
First, I understand, Second, maybe just, Fiftieth was brilliant, One hundredth was a must. At three hundred: crazy. Another few, was great, When I reached four hundred, I was in a state.