​Word Pigs

For my assignment in my creative writing class, I had to write about who I am as a writer. I suffer from writer’s block, so I decided to write about it. It is themed around Black Sabbath. How’d I do?

Word Pigs

The tempest of writer’s block pierces my body, freezing my mind and hand alike. My mind churns between the wheels of confusion. Ideas thunder through my head like the beat of a drum, yet I cannot write any down. I must be going insane. Have all of my thoughts fled my brain? Perhaps my words are lost, blindly sailing in the endless skies of thought. Writer’s block has almost taken complete control. I push through, refusing to let writer’s block play its hand in my doom. Finally, I am free from the sinister umbra clogging my mind. Ideas gather in their masses and burst through a hole in my psyche. The silent symphony, once oppressed, screams to life, flowing from spirituality into tangibility. My pencil tears across the paper like the snarl of a guitar riff.