Writer's Block
I don't know what to write about.
The struggle of being a sober artist
It is hard to come up with that one thing that blows away the minds of my readers
That one thing that would cause my readers to read for years
Send people home talking about it
Send people on Facebook to read to the people on the Internet
I cannot drink mood enhancers
Smoke inspiration, or
Cuddle with a girl named Molly.
I instead have to sit in front of my computer
Frustrated looking up words that rhyme with orange
That doesn’t happen when one is a sober artist
I have to think
Struggle
I yell at the computer
Tell it to write something inspiring
Tell it to come to life and write something about someone who did something awesome and changed the lives of everyone around them.
But this doesn’t happen
Instead I have to think
And become a victim of writer’s block
About the Creator
Savannah McCain
I'm just a potato trying to become the best vodka I can be. My writing has no purpose. When I write, I write what is on my mind at the time. Some days I can write something funny and sweet, and others I would write something dark.
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