Writer's Block, Daniel Boone, and Stephen King


I don’t believe in writer’s block

What taunts me there, on the stark white page

Is the sun itself, or a distant ray

And nothing my pen can't unlock.


Daniel Boone swore he’d never been lost, per se

But had been a mite confused

His well-laid paths disabused

(Sometimes for several days).


Can mental blocks render writers obtuse?

And you say it's such a big thing

Then explain to me, please, one Stephen King

And tell me it's not an excuse.



© Bryan Denson, December 5, 2016