For myself, there is a very fine line between creative angst and lethargy.
For example, I can be going through something that will just kick start my
mind; from that point on, I can lose track of time writing.
But the second the situation crosses that very fine line.
It’s like hitting a brick wall…
I get so consumed in the current affair that I no longer have
the mentality to compose cognitive thoughts.
The subject matter is there in abundance…
But I can never find a way in which to
fabricate any type of literary work of art to my liking…
Writers block.
And it sucks, because when I cross that very fine line,
that’s when I need to write and vent the most…
For sake of self…
and for sake of sanity…