HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP

Hello campers!

It’s 14.26. I am suffering with writers block. I can’t shift it! I don’t know what the blue frig to do about it! Right now all I feel like doing is writing

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

HELP ME GET RID OF THIS CURSED AFFLICTION

Over and over and over and over again, just like Jack Nicholson in The Shining! But even though I just wrote that all on screen, fdsfadsfsafasfdsfasdrfewGRET2345fd See? That was my fist striking the keyboard in frustration! Writers block, just blocked me from finishing that sentence. This doesn’t make sense. I’ll start again. I won’t re-check this document for typos.

How are you dear? I have lots of fascinating subjects I could write about. Rob the designer, serial killers, the English National Ballet and the incredibly committed dancers who put their bodies through hardship for our viewing pleasure. What about a post focusing on spring and how happy and gay we all are because all of the blossoms are out and the birds are singing?! Or something about Whomp almost being completed – and the fact that my wife has gone up country for 3 days leaving me on my own in the house with nothing but pornography and PS3! Actually, speaking of my wife, lately she’s been wondering how I feel about putting a baby inside her womb. I can’t help but wonder if it would just be easier if we got a tortoise instead?

I think I’m going to stop.