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[impure_tale]

My readers, I am afflicted. Not by any present flooding, not by violent protest, not even by a nannying Warden. No, my tormentor is something a good deal more wicked.

Writers block, my lovelies. What am I to do?

Comments

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Poor pierrot. Still pouting, are we?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You would think so.

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I might be of assistance, good sir. What do you write about?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Those universal truths which bind man together the world over.

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

Interesting, sir. There are many universal truths to explore. I know little in the way of a writers' imagination, but if you require a logical viewpoint to your ideas, then I happily offer my assistance.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

What do you consider universal truths?

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

The world is without magic. Everything can be explained; it requires a simple deduction of scientific reasoning. Cause and consequence, sense and reason - those and similar should be the basis of a justice system. The Barge is without one currently; there is no law here, no rules. This needs to change, and soon.

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Forgive me, sir, I did not mean to ramble on.

[fathersbludgeon.livejournal.com]

And so the population of the barge let out a unanimous cheer.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oh my -- two four-syllable words! Does your head hurt, now?

[fathersbludgeon.livejournal.com]

Why so fucking touchy? Your ass got empty nest syndrome of something?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I just enjoy the banter with you, actually.

[fathersbludgeon.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[fathersbludgeon.livejournal.com]

How you healed up now?

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Go out and find some inspiration.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And what are you up to this evening?

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Enjoying my imprisonment. Alone.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Ah, ma pouvre chaton.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

How may I entertain you, then?

[spider-writes.livejournal.com]

Writer's block is one hell of a cold assed bitch. The kind that looked so much more attractive the night before but somehow transformed into a two-headed, pus-spewing nagging hag that sucks all the life out of you. Rather like my ex-wife.

I can suggest only two remedies: plenty of good, mind-altering drugs or spending time with people you would normally loathe. Unbridled anger always gets my creative juices flowing.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I quite like you, sir. We should talk more.

[spider-writes.livejournal.com]

If you're a fellow writer, then I suspect that I'll either like you as well or end up loathing every molecule in your body. Either way, sounds like it would help my own work.

So what was your name then? Mine's Spider.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The Marquis de Sade, at your service.