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The ideas just aren't flowing. The words aren't coming. To be a good writer, it's something you have to force yourself through. Tie yourself to your desk, and don't leave until you've written a page. An overall somewhat pleasing page. Even though it may not be about something you want to write. Maybe you were planning to write one of your characters. NOPE. Maybe a prologue. NOOOPE. Its just not working.
You know what? OH WELL. There are plenty of other things to write about. You just gotta find 'em. Like right now, i'm in a car. I can describe a car ride.

Zelle stared at the world blurring past her. It seemed as though the landscape was never ending. She lay her head against the window, watching the clear, sunny day go by.

That's all I'm getting. In about 5 minutes, that's all I wrote. Bleh. Now that that's done, time to move on. Find another idea. Write about something on your mind.

Why can I not think of anything to fill this blank page why God I thought you LOVED MEEEE

Okay... still not productive... And it's getting to the point where I'd rather not be writing anymore... Write about characters in a story you abandoned or are still in the process of coming up with plot or character names...

"Hurry up. You're slow. God." ___ stated, her hands on her hips. She gazed at me impatiently. I lumbered rather ungracefully up the hill after her.

There. What now? I unno. Poems.

I have not the patience
nor the mindset
to write a poem today
sorry.

Haha... no... I DON'T WANT TO WRITE ANYMORE OH GOD IT HURTS BUT I HAVEN'T FILLED A PAGE WITH HALFWAY DECENT OR JUST REALLY CRAPPY STORY STUFFS YET. AHHHH. LET'S WRITE A FANFIC.

One fine Ponyville day, Pinkie was bouncing everywhere as she usually did. Unbeknownced (oh god how do you spell that word) to her, there was an evil plan being formulated right at that very moment. Some obscure villain stereotype was going to kidnap her. AHHHHH. The End.

That was pretty dang awesome if I do say so myself. Now, ONWARD TO FILL THIS ACCURSED PAGE! BALNK PAGE, I WILL SOIL YOUR PURE WHITE-NESS WITH THE BLACK INK OF MY SOUUULLL. WHEN I AM FINISHED WRITING, YOU WILL BE DEFEATED, AND I WILL WIN AND I AM CARSICK WHAT IS HAPPENING. OH GOD, JUST A BIT MORE WRITING, AND THIS BLANK PAGE IS NO LONGER BLANK! YEA!

Description
The ideas just aren't flowing. The words aren't coming. To be a good writer, it's something you have to force yourself through. Tie yourself to your desk, and don't leave until you've written a page. An overall somewhat pleasing page. Even though it may not be about something you want to write. Maybe you were planning to write one of your characters. NOPE. Maybe a prologue. NOOOPE. Its just not working.
You know what? OH WELL. There are plenty of other things to write about. You just gotta find 'em. Like right now, i'm in a car. I can describe a car ride.

Zelle stared at the world blurring past her. It seemed as though the landscape was never ending. She lay her head against the window, watching the clear, sunny day go by.

That's all I'm getting. In about 5 minutes, that's all I wrote. Bleh. Now that that's done, time to move on. Find another idea. Write about something on your mind.

Why can I not think of anything to fill this blank page why God I thought you LOVED MEEEE

Okay... still not productive... And it's getting to the point where I'd rather not be writing anymore... Write about characters in a story you abandoned or are still in the process of coming up with plot or character names...

"Hurry up. You're slow. God." ___ stated, her hands on her hips. She gazed at me impatiently. I lumbered rather ungracefully up the hill after her.

There. What now? I unno. Poems.

I have not the patience
nor the mindset
to write a poem today
sorry.

Haha... no... I DON'T WANT TO WRITE ANYMORE OH GOD IT HURTS BUT I HAVEN'T FILLED A PAGE WITH HALFWAY DECENT OR JUST REALLY CRAPPY STORY STUFFS YET. AHHHH. LET'S WRITE A FANFIC.

One fine Ponyville day, Pinkie was bouncing everywhere as she usually did. Unbeknownced (oh god how do you spell that word) to her, there was an evil plan being formulated right at that very moment. Some obscure villain stereotype was going to kidnap her. AHHHHH. The End.

That was pretty dang awesome if I do say so myself. Now, ONWARD TO FILL THIS ACCURSED PAGE! BALNK PAGE, I WILL SOIL YOUR PURE WHITE-NESS WITH THE BLACK INK OF MY SOUUULLL. WHEN I AM FINISHED WRITING, YOU WILL BE DEFEATED, AND I WILL WIN AND I AM CARSICK WHAT IS HAPPENING. OH GOD, JUST A BIT MORE WRITING, AND THIS BLANK PAGE IS NO LONGER BLANK! YEA!