Writers Block

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This page is blank. It is void of black that normal people would recognise as letters, which can be strung together to make words and then sentences and eventually some sort of prose.

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Writers block is frustrating. Its beyond frustrating, it’s more like self inflicted internal torture. You’ll sit in front of the computer, staring at the blinking cursor stood at the top of the page and the little paperclip will taunt you, cockily scratching it’s head. You’ll stare for a short while, and you’ll begin to form an idea. The idea is vague, without form like a spectre of the mind. It’ll be there for a few seconds and then it fades, fades away. Then its back to staring at the screen, praying that you’ll think of an idea of some merit that isn’t complete tripe.
………
…...
..’…’.’..’..’..’.’..

Nope, I thought I had but I lost it.

It’s a battle of wits with yourself, and your smarter than you are.

‘Damn, that would have been a great story’
You say to yourself as you struggle to remember an idea you had thought of naught two seconds ago

This cycle can go on for days. You wearily drag yourself to bed after wasting hours sat at your desk with nothing to show for it.

It’s depressing

Paragraphs are written then hastily deleted after you read it back and decide that it is crap.
Desperately, you decide you have to write something. Anything.

Then you begin to write about how you feel about writers block. The block is still there after you finish, but at least you feel like you’ve achieved something




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Its beyond frustrating,

Should be 'It's.' Contraction for 'it is.'

cockily scratching it’s head.

Should be 'its'. Lol. Since it's an inanimate object.

Then its back to staring at the screen,

It's.

Nope, I thought I had but I lost it.

Nice! This made me laugh. I love your tone.

and your smarter than you are.

'You're', since it's for 'you are.'

‘Damn, that would have been a great story’
You say to yourself as you struggle to remember an idea you had thought of naught two seconds ago.

These should all be on the same line. There should be a comma after you, and 'naught' should be 'not', I think. I'm not positive. If it wasn't but two seconds ago, you should use not. If it it was nothing but two seconds ago, you should use naught. So either maybe? *confusion*
Quotation marks would work better, I think, because you're saying it, not thinking it.

"Damn, that would have been a great story," you say to yourself as you struggle to remember an idea you had thought of not two seconds ago.

That's how I'd put it. :)

It’s depressing ]/quote]
The block is still there after you finish, but at least you feel like you’ve achieved something

You're missing at the end of both of these.

I like this! It's cute and funny, a good length, and probably was a great way to help your writers' block problem. I hope it's gone away by now. :)

Good luck!
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Thanks for the critique
All those 'its', i checked my word document and they were all correct in mine. Dont know what happened there.
Hmm, the naught seemed right to me. Im not even sure myself anymore. >_>




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Writers block is frustrating. Its beyond frustrating, it’s more like self inflicted internal torture.


I know what writers block is like, i dont need to read about it. This piece actually annoyed me. Foreshame!




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when i started posting on the site i came to the conclusion that it was used for critique... as in critisism... telling some1 its boring and not telling them why and how to fix it isn't much critisism, it's just telling them not to write basicaly...
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