Droughts and Floods

It seems that in being a writer you occasionally, or not so occasionally, go through periods of dry spells. Writers block becomes a permanent fixture in your brain. You sit at your computer, or in front of your notepad, your marvelous story ideas just behind that impenetrable wall, comparable to that of the city of Troy.

After several failed attempts to breach said wall, you finally resort to simply banging your head against your desk in hopes of knocking something loose, only stopping to prevent brain damage before giving up for the day and surfing the internet for funny things to post on your Facebook page.

And then there are the floods, where ideas are pouring out of your head faster than you can write, or type, them down. The Niagara Falls of thoughts flows so quickly your fearful that you will forget before you get it all on paper, or the screen. Your story comes together perfectly as you sit diligently typing away.

Is a nice, even flow of information too much to ask from my grey matter?