New Writing On The Block

Writer's block is when you hit the wall. 

It's then the tap is plugged. 

It's when mental diarrhoea has found a cure. 

It's when you transcend into limbo. 

It's when you can't continue typing. 

It's when the exhaust pipe of your ideas is stuffed. 

It feels like the clock has stopped. 

The electricity runs through the fan but the blades don't move. 

It's like when the door is opened and you still can't get out, because there's an invisible glass holding you back. 

A serious lack of emotions. Perhaps an abundance of frustration. 

It's like constipation. Your veins pop in an attempt to push, but nothing makes an appearance. 

Writer's block can happen when you're at your best in the day. 

Writer's block can be in the grave, at graveyard hours. 

Writer's block hits you like altitude sickness sending a big, burly guy into day-long hibernation. 

I can't write anymore. 

Writer's block has happened.