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Thirty Seconds by JAMES HIGGINS

Writer's block doesn't necessarily mean that someone isn't writing at all. It could also mean they're not writing enough.

Another rainy gray day. There's been a string of 'em for like, ten years now. Even back when it was sunny, I could see the gray days coming, they've always been on the horizon. I searched "writer's block" in the google. I like the term writer's brick, too. A brick is something you can throw through a fucking window if you have to. It's frustrating when you know you've got so much to say and the only one listening is yourself. That's why I'm always right about everything. But I just don't know where to begin with you, so I never get started at all. That's sad, really. Think how many great voices were never heard because they couldn't shout louder than some other jerk. Maybe all we have throughout history are loudmouthed assholes. Who can say?

There's plenty of handles in forums and chatrooms and such where people talk about all the categories and genres of writing, and how they think this and that about it all. And maybe these people end up writing more about writing than they do writing anything worth reading. That's how we ended up with all these blogs. Everyone is so fascinated with themselves (rightfully so), but they think everyone wants to sit and read about it? Some losers do, I guess. Go out and live some more. Blogs are like infomercials. They're commercials: people trying to sell themselves and their opinions. Better off without 'em. Big waste of time. It's just more junk to sift through, looking for the real show. Only problem is these writers never get around to writing the show; they just keep writing their short little useless segments that might be clever once around but soon they become tired annoyances. They split up their energy and create a whole bunch of half-assed paragraphs, instead of one great work.

Writing is hard work. It's the least fun thing to do, like staying healthy or being responsible. I put it off as often as I can. Eventually it just pours out, when it has to. The good stuff is hard to stay ahead of, it just keeps flowing. But I'm not gonna shove it under your nose or anything. If you find it in your face that's just as much your doing as it is mine. I know a lot of people are gonna read what I'm writing now, and what they're gonna do is talk and write and preach about how to write and wrong but never really work at writing. It's tough to do, like a job. And if it's the one thing you want to do in this life then I guess it has to be the hardest thing, too. It should be. If you do anything less than your just slackin through life, right?