It's not a block, it's a whole damn wall.

Writers Block sucks.

I think most people have been in those kinds of situations before. Where you have the idea, the drive to get something out there. "I FINALLY GOT IT! THIS ONE IS GOING TO BE THE BIG ONE! I CAN SEE IT NOW, I'M GONNA TURN IT ALL AROUND!" Then when you finally sit down to write it, you just stare at the monitor for a while. You look down at your hands; they're completely still as they rest on the keyboard. Nothing's happening. Like an undisciplined dog, you start swinging them around and slamming them into things in hopes that they'll start working. Then you smack them on the metal railing to your keyboard tray and your palm is now bleeding. But son of a bitch, 20 minutes later and all that effort and blood of wildly flailing about, and the page is still blank.

It's almost become detestable; to have an idea you want to write but as soon as you open up the word processor, you can't articulate a damn thing. It's like an infant with a strive to be educated and to learn something, so he opens up the hardware in the kitchen drawer to hopefully become a prodigy in engineering. Instead he gets his head tangled in an extension cord and he inadvertently lynches himself on the door knob. The only thing you can think about is what you could be doing other than this. I could be playing Starcraft 2. I could be grinding in WoW. I could be jerking off. I could be on Facebook. I could be out getting drunk alone. I could be reading. I could be doing something CONSTRUCTIVE.

And it's frustrating as Hell. You got a bunch of things going, and when you get hung up on one thing, you just want to do that one thing. Can't do it? Fuck everything else. Everything else is on hold. It almost makes you want to bore out the part of your brain so you forget and stop giving a fuck and get to work. It almost makes you want to kill yourself. And that's almost a legitimate statement there. Everybody has a tool to articulate and channel negative emotional responses into. Mine is writing. I can't write? I can't vent. I can't vent? I start to get anxious. I start to get anxious? The string of arson reports in the county start rolling in.

But right, projects projects projects. The first thing I intend to get done is the Christmas story finale. That's actually mostly done. The entire story concept is complete, and I've written about half of it. The next part is the second chapter to It's a beautiful world we live in. And next is something I haven't discussed yet. A fanfic. Oh dear, I can't believe I'm starting one of those again. Those are the shit-tier of stories in writers circles. Don't care, I'm writing one. It's going to be Etrian Odyssey, so it sort of doesn't count since the series doesn't even have a damn story for the most part. I'll essentially be making shit up at this point, I just don't have to come up with a backstory or history of my own.

But right, there's your update. Don't expect another for a while. I still have to shake this shit off.