Writing Prompt Boot Camp, Day One

I recently started a new novel and I am quite excited about it.  I burned my way through the prologue and promptly hit a wall.  Looking for a bit of inspiration and to get my creative juices flowing again, I stumbled across this: Writer's Prompt Boot Camp.  I browsed through it and decided to give it a shot.  I am having a blast with it so far and I definitely recommend it if you are in a bit of a rough patch, or if you just feel like writing something.  It's free, all you have to do is sign up for their free email newsletter, which is full of good tips and articles and all that jazz.  Anyhow.  It's a 14 day thing, I'll be posting one a week instead of one a day because ain't nobody got time fo dat.  Here is my take on Day One, where we are instructed to write a letter to Writer's Block, "breaking up" with it, starting with the phrase "It's not you, it's me."  Hope you enjoy.  If you have a question or comment, please don't hesitate.

Dear Writer’s Block,

It’s not you, it’s me.  We’ve been together for a long time now and there have been a lot of ups and downs in this on-again, off-again relationship.  There have been a lot of good times.  You, frustrating me into procrastination, laughing at me while I play video games & watch Top Chef,  throwing rocks at my muse as he sat dejectedly in a corner playing solitaire.  At first, I thought we were just having fun, but then I saw the maniacal glee in your eyes every time I put down my pen.  You’re toxic and I can’t poison myself anymore.  I’m going to move on and be the best writer I can be.  Goodbye Block, I wish you luck in the future.

Lynz

Block,

Apparently I didn’t make myself clear enough in my last letter.  Allow me to be blunt.  This. Is. Over.  Don’t play dumb with me.  I saw your car outside my office when I went on my lunch break yesterday.  I heard your footsteps creeping up behind me in the coffee shop as I was trying to type my synopsis.  I also saw you outside my window last night when I was jotting story ideas in my journal. I tried to nice last time but now I need to be honest.  It’s not me, it's you.  It has always been you.  Oh, and just so you know, I’ve fallen I love with someone else.  His name is Inspiration.  He’s beautiful, strong, and everything you weren’t.  For the last time, leave me alone.

Lynz