“A book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us.” --franz kafka.
The Writers Curse
tick tock tick tock she hammered on the writers block
and there it sat just like a rock it's secrets she could not unlock
every night she'd pour a drink that writer's block would start to wink
her brain would fry with doublethink she felt her thoughts were on the brink
and then one day to her surprise the writer's block did pulverize
her thought began to crystallize the room was filled with butterflies
that's how it works
Pretty cool, Nancy!