I have been sitting here for 20 minutes and I haven't written a thing. Last night I wrote 8 different drafts and saved them to be private, and in a way I didn't get anywhere then either, because I ended up neglecting to study for my midterm and I only started my paper with a sentence or two. It worked out. I did everything in the morning.
But still, here I am trying to drum up something to say, and I'm just spent. Maybe it was all used up in those drafts. Or maybe my mind is being siphoned by a dimension-hopping mega fiend, which would explain the shadow I keep seeing in the inside lens of my glasses, but when I turn to look he's not there. Too fast.
I suppose writing about writer's block offers some sort of stimulation. But nothing useful I don't think.
Maybe all of my thoughts are so feverishly wrapped up together, not a single one can get free at the moment. Like gridlock. I hope.
All I could think of was if I was to write a science fiction piece, and I had to make a new language, it would sound something like a water hose with excess discharge. The aliens would say, "Blarsschhh a blaarssschh a blaaahhchhh golosh golosh sssscchlloooope."
Or something like that.
