Dear Writer’s Block, You are an insufferable bitch. GTFO please and thank you. No love, —Me Something, something, dead horses. When the writing sits at critical mass for extended periods of time, my brain comes up with a lot of inane activities to fill the void. (No, no, more inane than usual.) I was looking at my Last.fm stats…like I do…and noticed a couple of artists were sitting at nice clean numbers. And then I… Keep reading…Save me that frustration…