My husband informed me that all great writers contract writer’s block sometimes. But that was no comfort to me, as he didn’t mention that poor writers get writer’s block as well. I’m on my 42nd revision of the third complete rewrite of my first-ever maybe-published essay. Greg tells me that I shouldn’t try so hard, but if I stop trying, then I’ll wake up with night sweats on the eve of the deadline. I’m a geek.

Have you ever dreamed that it was time for a final exam, and panic sets in because you haven’t attended any of the classes? Or how about the one where there are 23 questions left and the timer is about to ring? (That actually happened to me on the ACT.) So, I do what I always do in moments of crisis deadlines [cue Gone With the Wind music]: I think about something else.

Like what a perfect breakfast is. This morning I had a bowl of blueberries with a cup of coffee. Hash browns on the side with ketchup are also good, but not when you make them at your own home for some reason. I thought to ask what the perfect breakfast is, but then I realized that I already told you.

Speaking of replays, whenever I fail to publish worthy content (like, say right now), there is always worthy matter in the sideblog. Not everyone has writer’s block all the time. Just the poor ones, like me.

Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. — Gene Fowler

I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others. — Molière