There are days when br everything you see br inspires you to write about it, br and then there are days br you just sit and stare br and nothing sparks your imagination. br You look around for something, br anything br to give you a kick-start. br The more you look and stare, br the more your mind goes bare. br You want to shout help from someone, br but no one is around. br You wonder if all your inspiration br has packed its bags and gone. br You feel this restless yearning br that you want to write, br but everything you put down br seems so contrite. br The more you try br the less you get. br Everything you do to stimulate your imagination br doesn’t help a bit, br the more restless you get, br and the more miserable you feel. br They say that hope spring eternal, br I just hope br brings my imagination back.