Blank

I try, really, really try, to write something. I try to think of a really good idea, a plot that no one has ever thought of before. But I guess everyone and everything else has leeched off my creativity and any shred I have left.

I am blank. Really, truly blank.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have this insane passion for writing, because now I am hard-pressed to write something and I am still as empty as ever. I hate this. I really dread moments like this.

This is is the first time I have ever had writer's block.

I will now go and cool off at a site I know which, hopefully, erases all this helplessness I am experiencing at the moment and strike the timber of a worthwhile thought, setting the flame of a good plot going.

Hopefully.