Writers Block

I can't write.  I can't write anything.  I can't write poetry, even bad poetry (although I'm not sure any of my poetry is anything other than bad...), I can't write stories, I can't journal, I can't even write about not being able to write. 

Seriously, that one sentence took me about 10 minutes and 35 tries to even get that out.  

I'm not sure why.  I get writers block often, but normally only in regards to one aspect of my writing.  Not everything.  This is incredibly rare.  It's weird for me - I have all these things that I normally process by writing, and I just can't.  I'm felling a bit.... overwhelmed, I guess.  I currently have about 4 journal entries that are incomplete, and 3 drafts on this blog that are started and not finished.   Try as I might, I can't.  And trust me, I've tried.  

So here I am.  I have writers block.  Bigtime.  And I need it to go away, fast.  I was hoping this blog post might lead me to something, to some sort of deeper conclusion, to some sort of magical and mighty and enlightening thought, that as I wrote it would just magically disappear (as if that was how the world worked....).  But there's nothing.  There's just writer's block.  And this freakin' ginormous screen staring back at me with nothing to say.  The TV is on in the background, my fingers move over the letter keys, and then over the delete key just as frequently.  

Sometimes, we just have to sit with suffering...