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I'll have you know that I'm suffering from some serious writer's block.

Its the sort that still lets you write.

But when you do write it's not the really good stuff that comes from your heart and makes you sit back and smile and say "damn, that shit's got pop".

No, it's that other stuff.

That trite stuff that makes you scowl so hard your face hurts and then you give up and lose hope because, reading over it you know you're a hack and your characters are flat and God damn it all isn't your main character really just Elizabeth Ashe's Madison with a different name and fewer tattoos?

It's the sort that still lets you write.

But you never write anything good, anything you can be proud of.

All you write are the characters you've done a hundred times, a thousand ways and never once liked even a little. Not to mention you don't have a plot, and heck no that chicken scratch bullshit about "finding yourself" isn't enough.

I'm going to go drink grape soda and write some very bad porn.

Possibly porn involving a punk rock vampire with a mohawk.

He's going to be very in love with some pretty doe eyed thing.

It'll be sweet.

I'll use the word "throbing".

I'll call it "A Vampire's Lady" and make a shit load of money selling it to soccer moms, old maids and suburban housewives.

Damn, that shit's got pop.

Hey, Jack, you're 19 in ten days.