It’s often inevitable. As a writer you are bound to get caught up in life or issues or whatever to the point that you just cannot write. No matter how many times you sit down at the PC or table or with your phone, no words come out.
That’s where I am. Currently fighting whatever has dried up my pen to the point of needing some type of Native American rain dance to open up the poetry skies.
I need some type of bridge to close the gap from writing to non-writing land.
Send help. Or fairy dust. Or Unicorn farts or whatever shit can help jump start my pen.