The Writer's Devil

Dark and sinister waves of blah wash over me and take all creativity from me.  The devil stole my imagination.  All the incantations I know have failed in the face of such darkness.  There is a light, faint in the distance, but I am weak, and can only pray I will reach it before it is extinguished.

Oi, I hate writer's block!!  So I have been lost in a galaxy a far, far away for a while, but the clouds are starting to part.  I hope to have some good news for you soon.