Overcoming Writer's Block Novels & Stories

~Joan~ I’d been holed up in my room since morning, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop as my fingers flew across the keyboard. Letter after letter turned into words, and words morphed into meaningful sentences. I was writing again. After weeks of writer’s block, the dam had finally broken, and all it had taken was a late-night moment of bliss with Aaron. Ideas were flowing now, pouring out so fast I didn’t dare stop. If I had them coming, I might as well write them all down before they slipped away.

Shit, shit, shit, holy chocolate. "Pari." I hear a loud growl. Oh chocolate. (MUST READ: I updated late I know, and am sorry. *grabs a sit then sit down.* I had a writer block:if you don't know what that means, its when a writer don't knows what to write next *sips from the apple juice in hand.* So after seeking for advice's, I was asked to rest and listen to music, read other books, or something fun. And it helped a little, since I was able to update today.

Seeing how proud and tall he held himself also made me feel more at ease and protected enough to relax and enjoy my morning bath. I reveled in my time in the water so much that I decided to hang out for as long as my body would allow. I’d been experiencing writer’s block for some time, so I used the tranquility of floating aimlessly as a means to relax my mind enough to allow me to think on my story and possibly come up with the next writing installment.