This Is What My Blog Looks Like On Writer’s Block:

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4 Responses to This Is What My Blog Looks Like On Writer’s Block:

  1. “I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse”

    Beryl Markham
    I had a post similar where it was just blank

    • @Yogasavy Thanks for the great quote and for commenting here! Inspiring indeed. P.S. I wanted to have it be just blank but WordPress wasn’t cooperating so I adapted. 😉

      @*lynne* Thank you, my dear! I have since done exactly that and wouldn’t you know, the words have returned. 🙂

      @Judith I am so glad that my writer’s block inspired something so beautiful. It makes the whole experience worthwhile. *Love*

  2. I hear ya! it’ll come back, no worries! In the meantime, consider doing other fun things, just being yourself, and enjoying the free time rather than agonising over it 🙂

  3. Tears from heaven, butterflies the size of condors, a bathtub drain as compass, a swirling whirling stream of scented water finding its way into the tide the waves, the beached whale floating back to the pod, playing with octopuses embraced by countless arms, swimming with mermaids bound for heavenly parties between the silhouettes of trees growing upside down in Australia or was it all happening in your mind, high on herbal essence, clouds of steamy goodwill, love in the air, no need to put a word on paper, words multiply and mate and form a never ending story, waiting to be told

Thoughts?