Writer's Block

I wanted to write yesterday, and all I did was stare at a blank piece of paper with a pen in my hand. There is a thing, a weird spot for writers and I was stuck in it.
It frustrating because you want to write but you can’t since your head is either:
Filled with so many thoughts they can take a year to line up, or
Blank in all directions and passages.
I was victim of the second. What I did, to solve that, is talk to a friend who also happens to be a writer (No surprises there, I mean twisted people like to be friends with the twisted minded). And as I was reading what he wrote, I was inspired to write. It was not copying or making excuses for not writing, but it is because someone writes and he or she writes to inspire someone, somehow.
So thank God for the Muse.
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