It creeps upon you unexspected, It can never be detected. When it comes, you will know. For through your pencil, it will show. It's visits are rare, not everyday, Always short, it never stays. By its side is fasination, This I call, Inspiration. ~ Inspiration is what got me going. It's also what keeps me going. As mentioned in my poem above, it is quite rare. So I have learned to make it last. It's kind of like stretching your penny, but in this case, stretching your inspiration. I do this by taking what I wrote from my inspiration, and finding it's own inspiring qualities. For instance, when I wrote this peom above. I had a major case of writers block and needed inspiration. So I figured 'Hey, why dont I just write about it. That's what writers do right?' Then once that poem was finished it got me thinking about real cliche stuff. And those cliche thoughts ended up beign three more peoms. (Those peoms are a little cliche, but they're still okay.) And just like that, I was cured from a dreadful desease of writers block. P.S. I used the word 'inspiration' way too much, but it's kinda my main topic. So oh well. P.P.S. The whole time while typing this my 'U' key has been being stubborn so I had to click it a billion times just to get it to work. I just thought I'd let ya know.