Sticking up the mindmaps all around
My careful lists
Goals and ambitions weighed up
The deadlines drawing closer
My hands refusing to type
My pen dry
Every idea empty
Every word stupid and dull
I am a good writer
I write a lot
I write often
I rewrite constantly
I edit well
But I'm blocked
For a week now
The literary constipation
Even this is rubbish
-o0o-
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