when my thoughts slow to a sudden halt, I tend to blame the environment around me. I am not able to think because Mr. Page has put me under great stress with this godawful term paper. But why not just take account of my own inability to write?
Writers block is the bane of my existence. I hate not being able to converse my thoughts on paper (or screen, in this instance) when that has been the solution to everything all my life. It's like I am not able to open the bottle; my emotions remain, packed and cramped inside my brain.
Brotherhood---one of my most favorite projects to write so far---I can't even continue it! I have no clue how to keep the story moving. Faulty ideas come out on paper and I think twice about them and scribble over the words I have just written. My urge to keep writing is high, but my intelligence, my capacity to keep writing, gone.
Although the term paper is a pain in the neck, it is not the scourge of my writings.
I'm the fault that must be fixed.