But I finally finished the first few drafts of my graphic novel. Then it happened. The words stopped. The pictures ceased. Everyday I was frustrated. I tried to get it back. But the writer's block was way too big for me to budge.
So I started reading. Hoping to fill my creative void. I devoured every book I could get my hands on. Paperbacks, romance, non-fiction, magazines-- hoards and hoards. You name it. I read it. But it didn't fill the void. I knew I had to find another creative outlet. And quick. I was wilting.
Then the idea of blogging drowned out all of the other creative thoughts in my head. I felt hope. I felt a bloom.
Again I write.
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