By Profe Steve
My friends are angry with me. When they get mad, they stop talking to me. They hide and peek around trees and corners of building, but they won't talk.
I mean, really. I gave them life. I created them. Without me they are nothing. Nothing, I tell you!
*sigh* Just try telling them that.
I don't know why I fight it. I don't know why I waste my time staring at the screen.
So here I sit with Writer's Block again. I hate it.
I know what to do. I know how to get the story flowing again.
Give in. I just have to give in and let them do what they want. They are going to win anyway, so why fight?
I give up. I start a new chapter by setting the scene. Then I get out of the way and let them do what they want to do.
Before I can look up, I have written 10 thousand words. My characters are happy. When they are happy, I am happy. And the story rolls on.