Writer's block

Writer's block is an awful thing, especially when it lasts for weeks and you have no idea how to get past it.  I am working on several projects right now and i'm really trying to focus on one at a time.  The problem is my writer's block encompasses every single one of them.  I open microsoft word, select a piece, and try to compose and either i write crap or i write nothing at all.  It sucks.

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  1. WadeMarch 18, 2018 at 1:45 PM

    It does suck. Have you worked through it yet?

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  2. UnknownMarch 23, 2018 at 1:45 PM

    just plugging through, writing anyway, hoping what's travels from brain to fingers isn't all junk. What else can I do? Lol

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