Writer's Block, Why Must You Taunt Me?

I hate it. I just realized I haven't worked on my book in over a month, I haven't written any epic songs for who knows how long. No matter the subject, even when I get up enough courage to put it down on paper. It is ridiculous. My current book seems like a distant memory of a girl who didn't know enough, and couldn't remember enough to go back to her normal life. It's frustrating. I don't think about it anymore, really. Unless I hear the name Charlie, or Lucas, or Tyler. I flash back to where I think I left off. That flash soon fades into nothingness in the area my brain has managed to manifest as the scary black hole. All the forgotten passions rest there, they come back to the surface every once in a while, when I get my fill, off they go back to where they have decided to stay. In the big scary black hole of nothingness. My inspiration, I think, has faded. Like every other book I have started, and stopped. I think the count is seven. Yes, SEVEN. Seven half finished books call my hard-drive home. There was the girl who lived in California who became pregnant. There was the girl who was a foster child in New York, and got adopted. There was the girl from the small farming town, where everyone bought everything at Costco who went off to California to make her dreams come true. There was the girl who felt like she was drowning in her life and ran off to London. There were the girls that all had issues, and tried to get over them all, and become friends and have normal lives. There was the woman on the cruise ship that sank, and she found two adorable girls who lost their parents and took them in. Then there's Jules, the girl that had every single memory, every dream, every part of her past life erased, because she tried to take the coward's way out of her hell.

I think I must get bored with my story lines? My cat is clawing the chair and attacking my pants. HA. Maybe I should just toss some other first person POV into my Jules book. Maybe toss a little bit of Charlie all up in that. Writing as a feller is very entertaining. I think I will try that. That may have been the key to unleashing the evil miniature person in my brain that is blocking my creativity. Who knows. Wish me luck.