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Nov 10, 2008 17:56

My readers, I am afflicted. Not by any present flooding, not by violent protest, not even by a nannying Warden. No, my tormentor is something a good deal more wicked.

Writers block, my lovelies. What am I to do?

being a little overdramatic, pensive, tales to tell

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impure_tale November 10 2008, 23:06:56 UTC
Poor pierrot. Still pouting, are we?

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impure_tale November 10 2008, 23:12:16 UTC
You would think so.

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fractured_will November 10 2008, 23:05:20 UTC
Perhaps I might be of assistance, good sir. What do you write about?

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impure_tale November 10 2008, 23:07:27 UTC
Those universal truths which bind man together the world over.

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fractured_will November 10 2008, 23:12:01 UTC
Interesting, sir. There are many universal truths to explore. I know little in the way of a writers' imagination, but if you require a logical viewpoint to your ideas, then I happily offer my assistance.

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impure_tale November 10 2008, 23:12:42 UTC
What do you consider universal truths?

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fathersbludgeon November 11 2008, 00:26:18 UTC
And so the population of the barge let out a unanimous cheer.

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impure_tale November 11 2008, 01:14:37 UTC
Oh my -- two four-syllable words! Does your head hurt, now?

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fathersbludgeon November 11 2008, 02:01:08 UTC
Why so fucking touchy? Your ass got empty nest syndrome of something?

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impure_tale November 11 2008, 02:02:48 UTC
I just enjoy the banter with you, actually.

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soundof_drums November 11 2008, 00:37:02 UTC
Go out and find some inspiration.

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impure_tale November 11 2008, 01:14:53 UTC
And what are you up to this evening?

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soundof_drums November 11 2008, 01:18:44 UTC
Enjoying my imprisonment. Alone.

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impure_tale November 11 2008, 01:19:50 UTC
Ah, ma pouvre chaton.

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spider_writes November 11 2008, 01:40:18 UTC
Writer's block is one hell of a cold assed bitch. The kind that looked so much more attractive the night before but somehow transformed into a two-headed, pus-spewing nagging hag that sucks all the life out of you. Rather like my ex-wife.

I can suggest only two remedies: plenty of good, mind-altering drugs or spending time with people you would normally loathe. Unbridled anger always gets my creative juices flowing.

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impure_tale November 11 2008, 01:41:10 UTC
I quite like you, sir. We should talk more.

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spider_writes November 11 2008, 17:39:17 UTC
If you're a fellow writer, then I suspect that I'll either like you as well or end up loathing every molecule in your body. Either way, sounds like it would help my own work.

So what was your name then? Mine's Spider.

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impure_tale November 11 2008, 17:40:21 UTC
The Marquis de Sade, at your service.

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