The other day, my sister showed me a post on 9gag about something Forrest Gump said and I took the liberty of editing it. This is my take: “Writing is like farting. If you have to force it, it’s probably crap.”
Yes, I seriously think I have writer’s block and when the settlement of your internet fees depend on writing, this may not be the best realization of all. There is nothing worse than staring at a blank page with a blinking cursor – every blink feels like a stab on the chest fueling the need for anxiolytics, or antidepressants if things get bad enough.
I told WB about this and the conversation went this way:
PM: I’m fucked. I read them as you said and nothing.
WB: No clue at all?
PM: They are all just numbers. This is not my strength.
WB: Numbers are good. We do it step by step.
PM: I feel like I have writer’s block. If that is the case, I’m doomed.
WB: Go wash your face and shout out your window.
PM: I will. Maybe jump off the window too.
WB: Just don’t hurt your hand and head, will be good.
PM: Alright, will try to sort myself out of this spiritual constipation.
But I still think I’m fucked.
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