neocutey24

Summer is supposed to be the time where you make up for all the lost writing time during the school year. You promise yourself when you have to study for a test and you're just itching to write: "Summer's almost here." And then when summer comes....

Nothing.

Summer's almost over and I could have written a lot more. I just hit this wall. I knew what I wanted to happen next, I knew what had happened, and I knew how I wanted to bring them together. But actually putting it on paper? Disastrous. Bile-invoking. Impossible. And now...

I've finally passed over this hurdle. I wouldn't call it writer's block so much as a writer's sixth sense. I knew what I was trying to write was going to suck and I let it stew in my head until it didn't suck anymore.

Bioengineering. I plan to become a medical researcher.