Prune juice for the brain. Not just for writers blog, can also cure political positioning.
I’ve never truly believed in writers block. I always thought of it as an unconscious desire to be doing something else, or thinking something else, so when the dreaded brain-freeze settles in, I generally head off to do something else. Today after staring at a blank screen for far too long, I took myself off and parked my rear on the couch instead of my typist’s chair, mood on the floor, and stared sourly out of the window at the gloomy weather.
Suddenly a loud farting noise caught my attention. I hope that that word doesn’t offend any of my friends, but I’m assuming that my frequent use of the word crap means you’re all fine with occasional small profanities, and “a loud passing of wind sort of noise” didn’t really look right.
There was a skit on television, where an actor wanders around a video store letting…
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