don't stop me now

I am going to say something, and I am not taking it back, and I don't want to talk about it. I have broken my writer's block. I am twenty yearsold, and my secret to defeating writer's block is make believe. It's worse than dreaming because it is out loud, but it is delusional when you've been in an enclosed room for a week staring at nothing, it's delusional, and inevitable. And revoluationary. I'm seven pages into a new story, and I love it already, and I know I'll keep writing it when I fall in love with something about it. That makes it a count of three full stories in the past year that I've actually liked writing, and about twenty poems. I think that's good enough for me, and an accomplishment I can just never lose my imagination, which also means I need to let it roam free sometimes, which I've done in the past few days, and look at me now.