“The time has come”, the walrus said, “to talk of many things.”

Specifically, writers block.

That’s right little ones. I have a bad case of writers block. It is not because I am out of ideas. I have a great story I am in the middle of.  I have the beginning and I have a great ending. The middle seems to be missing at the moment. That blank space stares at me, mocking me, daring me to make a word or sentence.  When I do it comes out like this:

Boy.

Boy has sword.

Sees other boy with sword.

Fight boy, fight.

Boy fight.

Boy win.

The End.

 Not really a gripping story.  Who is the boy? Why does he have a sword? Who is the other boy? Were they friends?  Although, I suppose the sequel practically writes itself.

 BOY, PART 2: RETURN OF BOY

 Oh well. This story will just have to wait until such time as this block is removed. Until then, let me leave you with these wise words

 Grunt Grunt Point.

 Good day little ones.