Paladin

I am sick. Don't worry, what I have is neither contagious nor deadly. But I am suffering from something worse than the swine flu, more tragic than tuberculosis, more obscure than dengue fever. I am stricken with the Writer's Block (in Latin: stupidous ideous).

For awhile, I wouldn't admit it. Because when you say it out loud, people just stare at you like you just announced that you're a third-generation Nazi, you're anti-recycling, or you slammed your front door in the Girl Scouts' sunshiny faces. But I've decided to come to terms with the fact that, if I don't face the problem, I will be plagued by it my entire life.