Sometimes I think it would be easier to stand and bang your head against a brick wall that it is to be a writer. I mean, think about it. Head-banging only requires a head, a wall, and the courage to get ‘er done. There could only be three outcomes. Your head would break, the wall would crumble, or you’d pass out stone cold.
Some days I’d rather bash my noggin than try to pull words out of the knot inside.
I may seriously need chocolate.