"For the first time ever, the words refused to come," said King. "I decided to break for lunch. I ate an entire ham-and-cheese sandwich and didn't get one idea. Not even a dark, disturbing image. I get three dark, disturbing images just going out on my front step to pick up the morning paper. Now, nothing. It was horrible."
I found that quote sarching for a passage about writer's block from one of his books I read a long time ago, it might be The Mist but I'm not sure. (if anyone knows what I'm talking about and could throw the passage my way or tell me where to find it online, I'd be thankful)
Being unable to express myself creatively is maddening. I'm finally starting to break free of the creative rut I've been mired in for at least a year, writing as much as possible even if it's lame.