I Have

I have
I have
I
h
a
v
e
have
writer's block
it's not a block of writers

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writerswriterswriters
writerswriterswriters

it's an awful
d
i
s
e
a
s
e
that turns interesting things
into

boring dumb stuff

it is a monster that
LOVES
turning
wonderful writers
into one of it's kind
stamping with fury
because
they
ran
out
of
good
things
to
write.

Dusty Jorunals

For our contest, the winner who got the closest to the actual answer was.... Chatty Kelly!
Here were the actual answers....
Green House: Nobody! Just the plants.
White House: The President!

And now, back to the post.

Help! I can't get out of this font! I guess I'll have to type the rest of the post in it!
Unless I can think of something while in the bathroom.
One second, please...
...
OK. I'm done using the toilet. I didn't come up with any ideas of how to get this font off except to click the button over and over.
1.Didn't work.
2. Didn't work.

3. Sorry, more technical difficulties! It didn't work.

So let's just continue.....

Despite my computer's craziness...

I haven't been blogging lately because I have the dreaded Writer's Block. Even the stuff that might be interesting to you suddenly isn't to me! Here's what suddenly became boring before I blogged (Aak! Too many B's!):
1. I've been doing a report on sea stars.
2.I'm entering a poster about drug and alcohol abuse into our school contest.
3. Our class is having a contest to see who can think of the most baby names.
4. E and N beat S and L in our fake World Series baseball tournament at recess.
5. I just turned our Cousin Studios videos into 8 and 9 minute movies on Imovie.
6. Our entire trip to Maryland just got stuck in my sketchbook.
7. Everything else!
Darn, now I have to go downstairs and eat. Please be patient......
...
I'm back from breakfast.
So anyways, today I knew the only way I was going to be able to post today was if I copied something from one of the dusty journals in my closet. Mom says I have more than a college graduate! I thought I'd share a poem with you from my 3rd grade journal called Wind's Blow.

Wind's Blow
The wind blows when the
clothes are wet. It blows
the leaves of trees off
and sometimes branches.We
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o
our hats.
Sometimes the wind is
angry and it's a
tornado! The trees fall
down and houses rip
apart. The plants and animals
are scared until the
storm's over.
The kids are wearing jackets
and the air is getting
chilly. The forecast
says it's going to rain
down
down
down
all because
of the
wind.

Well, that post was more than I expected.....

Stuck

This poem/short story was written by me in 3rd grade. I thought it would be perfect for today, because I have writer's block.

Stuck

I can't write anything. It seems like my brain is rusty. Nothing in the class seems good to write about. A person? A poster? A pencil?
Maybe my brain lost it's power and all the sentences and words just drained out.... and I don't know where to get some more..... I know I shouldn't get some from another brain...
I hear the clock ticking. Every second, minute, and hour brings on the pressure. And while all the time passes, my brain drains some more, like bathwater in a tub. I hope I can think of something soon....soon....soon.........
Ding!
There goes the timer! Oh well. Maybe tomorrow my brain will be ready...