Dear Writer’s Block,

You are the bane of my existence. I am not sure how you continue to creep back into my creative life, but you always find a way. Oh, how I despise you for there was once a time where I could submit my articles for Odyssey every week on or by Wednesday at midnight.

Now, I have gotten to a point where for a few weeks in a row, I have been submitting articles a couple days late. Plus, I can never complete a novel because of you. Thank you so much for that kind contribution. If you missed the hint of subtle sarcasm, then spoiler alert! I was being sarcastic.

Despite the fact that I do not have the slightest clue as to how you continue to haunt me, I have a few theories. First, I have a head full of ideas that I cannot seem to be able to piece together into an article, story, or poem as often as I wish I could. My second theory is I barely anybody reads my articles due to the fact that I present opinions not many people agree with or because most people simply do not care about what I write.

Thus, I decide that trying to come up with articles in a timely manner is not worth it. My third theory is that I am simply incapable of writing anything without having to make a lot of small changes so I end up raising the good old white flag. Even so, it does not really matter which theory is the most plausible since you always manage to take advantage of whatever scenario could possibly hinder my ability to write anything. That is how you manifest yourself time and time again.

Now, you may be thinking to yourself that I could never best you. You might be smirking while thinking that you will continue to hold me down. Then again, you may be a reader who is turned off by what you deem is incoherent rambling about an intangible construct that was made by my mind. Whatever the case may be, I am done giving up. I am done letting every beautiful thought fade away into nothingness. Instead, I will breathe life into my thoughts and put them into words on paper…. or a word document since that is what writers do these days. I will finally break free from you, my sworn enemy. Writer’s block, you will no longer maintain a stranglehold on my creativity. It ends now.

Sincerely,

Andrew Edwards