The new writers block

byEma

709 followers

Updated 11 years ago

I think I have a problem. Today I don´t have new words. Not a single new frigging word. I am stuck on this little seven lettered devil.
And the only reason I don´t want to say it, is the fear that I am going to wear it down.

Today, I refrained from the chat as much as I could. I avoided the temptation to have always someone to solve my problems. I really wanted to go over there and play zoghizzm or whatever. To be happily ignored while the questions kept tumbling down. Rich saved my life by confirming what I had just told him and (please, please forgive me, I don´t remember your name) you know who, you helped me to find Jay´s last hangout event.

I did get my answers, and some did come from that mysterious chatty room. But my other investigations took me to unsuspected worlds. I found that elusive Egyptian sounding key. I confirmed that Mad Meg looks awesome on my front page, but has no relevancy whatsoever. And after the long twists and turns through the passages, I arrived to what blocked me today, there it was, the sweet price that all efforts made away.

Because one piece of me was there and it wouldn´t be there if none of you had seen it.

In my language that little beast is named Gracias.

ps. day isn´t over and people are still helping there....