Writers block will always be the death of me. It’s irritating, like the raging sting you’d get when that stinkin’ migraine comes on and it’s vigorous, or that aching throat feeling you’d get before you drown your eyes in the water that makes you, you; after hearing horrific news..

Writing makes me, me.

When it comes to not having a spark to not create anything with words to touch the human soul it’s irritating.

It isn’t a hysteria type of way, but I’m infatuated with creating characters for the voices running and completing laps in my head.

I hope you enjoy.