Creative Block Encounter by MariaDoofenshmirtz, literature
Literature
Creative Block Encounter
I have no clue what I'm here. I don't usually come to bars. They're loud, and chaotic, and, quite frankly, scary to be in. I have no idea why anyone in their right mind would even want to go to a bar. Then again, I guess that's the point. They're not in their right minds; they're drunk. Which is exactly why bars are so scary.
But, for some reason, here I am, seated in a bar, some drunk old men staring at me from behind and a sketchpad in my hand. I suppose my creative block was to blame for that. It usually got me into the weirdest places. When my last art block struck, I found myself sketching severed fishheads at the local