Blocked.

Writer's block, that pernicious plague, seems to like me a lot. At the moment, not only can I not write prose, but I'm also unable to write music. That frustrates me even more, because music has historically been one of the few ways I can actually express myself.

Inspiration is like lightning. It's elusive, mysterious, and more likely to strike if you run outside in a storm with a fishing pole.

I feel like I could make something more out of that metaphor that would actually make sense, but I'm blocked. I get flashes of things that could be good, but then my brain shuts down and won't let me continue. This could prove extremely problematic when I have to start writing essays again.

For example, this couplet popped in to my head the other day when I was trying to write a song but gave up because it was all sounding boring.

Forgive, forget;

Remember, regret.

It's only four words, but I feel like it springs from somewhere deep. On a normal day, I would have continued with it and maybe helped it become an actual piece of poetry. I saw that light at the end of the tunnel and began to understand something, but then got hit by a train.

And now I can feel the block starting to erode. Every word I write brings me closer to something... better. Not that my writing is that good on the best of days, but it's nice to be able to write what I mean and what I feel. That's the most frustrating part of being blocked. I have so many nebulous feelings swimming around in my head, but without words I can't sort them out.

Readers, thanks for your patience. I'll keep chipping away at this block. In the mean time, does anyone want to tell me what that couplet means? I'm too lazy to analyze it.