Writer’s Block is a bit like constipation.
You know it’s there, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t get it out.
Just as you sit in the jax and stare forlornly at the paper, and wishing you could use it, so Writer’s Block leaves you staring at a blank page and wondering where the fuck to start.
I think I’m suffering a little today from mental constipation.
It makes a change from verbal diarrhoea?