Yes, it even happens to authors, poets, writers, me. Writers block. When you were about to touch pen to paper, about to click finger to keys, you forget, and your mind gets swiped clean like a credit card. Its about 11 pm as Im writing this (I forgot to write todays vignette earlier so Im making up for that now) and I have no clue what to write, which is why Im writing this. A couple months ago I was listening to a book that Id put on my iPod, Pure Drivel by Steve Martin, and he was talking about whenever he gets Writers Block he looks deep into the heart of a rose and writes its story. The only flowers I have in my room are fake daisies and their hearts are made out of plastic, which, I imagine, would make an incredibly dull story. Anyways now I think, I thought I had Writers Block, so how did I manage to write all this?
