Writers Block

So where is it? My inspiration. Soon, I'm starting my literature studies and my creativity must be peaking every day. So why isn't it? God knows I want to write something and I have, only it's hard to finish something you eventually see it for what it truly is; garbage, real life stinking garbage. Of course you don't notice before you've spent several hours on it, wasted your energy and thrown away any chance for a date or at least a party. It's right then, when you print out the first draft, or at least half of it, you see the outlines of your own inadequate work. What do you do? You discard it. Throw it away and get it out of your system. Think fresh, get out in the world again, search for the next inspirational fix that'll nail you infront of the computer screen. High on caffeine and nictoine or your own substance of choice, you type it out, the characters, the plot, the twists and turns. You allow yourself no space for error, no mispelling can go unedited. As you print out the first draft you notice right away how poorly written the first chapter is and it follows you down page after page till the disapointment and defeat is reality.

This is where I'm at. The disapointment and the defeat is all too present now. In fact, they're looking over my shoulder now, like two evil twins. Those of you who've been through the same thing might identify the horrid disease I currently am suffering from; writer's block. My written being is shaking, my vision is blurred, my muse has taken a vacation. Like I said he could. But, I must admit that I'd rather be abandoned now than in the middle of exams or worse. I guess I have to power through it. Shoot first, ask later.