Hiatus

I’m sitting here at my computer again, typing my life out in poetry.  Only this time it’s for corrections that someone else feels isn’t exactly right.  Most of it, I guess, is right, but still… I can’t help but feel self righteous about it.  Who is this person to tell me that I couldn’t possibly feel discolored about the lack of color in a cloud?  I’m trying really hard, plus on top of that I’ve still got a lot to write still  and I want to continue with my fairy tale. I could say book, but I’m still not sure if it will be that long or that good.  But it seems that my imagination, feelings, thoughts, have all just left me.  I feel mentally brain dead.  My guess is writer’s block…. NOOOOOOOOO!  But, it’s true, not only is there no feelings coming through in my poetry, I can’t get the words to flow right, they don’t connect in my head.  It’s all lost in this jungle of my mind.  I feel like Sponge Bob, when Squidward told him to forget everything but fine dining.  Then Squillim asks for his name, panic, utter panic.!  I guess I could do research on Brittany, France.  But, my lack of imagination would lead me to research what exactly?  I think I need a small hiatus.