Okay … stand back. This could get ugly. I must tell you of my secret shame.
I have been suffering from writer’s block for several days now.
(I’ll wait for the gasps to subside before continuing. All done now? Okay … fine. Here we go then.)
I know that is nothing new to anyone here. Everyone who calls themselves a writer suffers from it from time to time. There are no less than 3,753,216,891 blog posts written about writer’s block. The posts are written by people who are either suffering from it, who have recently recovered from it, who fear it, or who are just writing anything at all in an attempt to rid themselves of it.
Which begs the question: Is there anything more boring than reading someone else’s post about writer’s block? I think not. If that’s true then that means I am boring you to tears right this very moment.
Perhaps that is my superpower. I have the ability to bore people unconscious by talking about my writer’s block. This could come into handy. For instance, if there was a bank robbery in progress, I could sidle up to the miscreant and, speaking in a lilting tone so as to lower his guard, I could say, “Have I ever told you about the time I had writer’s block so bad that I couldn’t even write my name on a credit card receipt?”
By this time the malefactor would be sleeping soundly and I could pluck the zip gun or shiv (whichever he prefers) from his relaxed hand. Someone would call the gendarmes. Reporters would descend on me looking for a statement, etc etc etc. You get the picture.
So see, writer’s block can be a good thing. (This blog post notwithstanding.)
And make that 3,753,216,892 and counting.