Writers fear it. Friends and family of writers will never stop hearing about it. Sometimes it feels like if you do not have the next great piece of American literature stirring around in your brain, you might as well give up. Writer's block is when writers simply cannot flesh out an idea before a deadline, and it is worse than having Beyonce write a diss track about you cheating on her (seriously, who cheats on Beyonce?).

There is a panoply of ideas for writing out there. You may have one, but it has to be a concept people eat up. Even if you publish the next viral article, it will get nowhere if people do not approve of your writing and graciously share it. Trust me, bribery and blackmail usually do not work in these situations.

Every once in a while, you come up with literary gold. It is unequivocally funny, relatable, and undeniably publishable. You happily start typing and you even go as far as to picking the photo that will accompany the article. After you translate the churning of your creative juices, you realize you only have 75 words and nothing you have typed out reaches the humor standards of a third grader with a feces fixation.

Here you are, in literary purgatory, attempting to conjure a Pulitzer Prize before the clock runs out. Do you not write? It is possible, but your editor may strangle you. Do you bang out an article about not writing? Eh, maybe not the best idea. You know if you write some sort of self-aware article describing your struggles with writer's block, nobody is going to read it. The guy who writes about this struggle is just a hack attempting to get a passable submission in with a little help from deadline-induced panic. That guy sucks.