Writers Block

The blank page in front of my seems to represent the blankness of my mind as soon as I pick up a pen. as if it were a shield stopping me from embracing them Ideas and thoughts spins round my filing cabinet of a brain unable to be organised, rationalised or even vocalised. They are unfortunately, for today at least, unreachable.

It's one of those days when my head is speaking a different language from what my mind understands. I can't express the ideas that seem to be dancing around - taunting me.

Does anyone else have this? I sincerely hope not.