Why is it so hard to write all of a sudden?
Where has my creativity gone?
Is my mind sapped?
Do I need a refill?
I believe that a writer should never get in a situation where you have nothing to do but write and read. It is like incest to your brain, unable to absorb the reality of life and just the fiction of other people’s creations.
Though all artists steal, you should steal from your environment and your surroundings, not other people’s thoughts. Otherwise, your creativity becomes inbred, unable to make something that is truly your own.