22yo
My muse was so excited… she ran up to me earlier today with my pencil in her tiny hand and began tugging on my sleeve frantically. She jumped up and down and pointed in the direction of my desk. “Update now! Nowww!” she squeaked (because obviously, muses squeak as a primary means of communication). I nodded and followed her to my desk, where I sat down and began typing. My muse began yammering quickly, trying to fit every idea into every single second of time she had… when it happened.
Out of nowhere, this gigantic cement block fell from the sky like an off-course meteor, straight through the roof of my house. Yes… the dreaded Writer’s Block. No kidding… my room is freezing cold now because of the gaping hole in my ceiling. And guess where it landed… right on top of my little muse. She’s ok as far as I can tell, but the block is pretty huge… I can’t seem to get it off her right now. Far as I can tell though, she’s pissed. The mumblings I can hear under the heavy weight of the block sound like muffled four-letter words that I didn’t even know she had learned. Guess that’s what happens when you listen to too much Marilyn Manson.
Anyway, please send us your good wishes, prayers etc while we attempt to lift the block. In the meantime, perhaps some music from my iPod will inspire the block to move away on it’s own. Annoying, square little prick…
I hope you manage to conquer it soon!!
Your writer’s block entry is a riot. Not because you have writer’s block, of course. It was just very imaginative. I got a good chuckle out of it. Hope the block moves out of the way for you soon!