A writer goes to his doctor.
Writer: “Doc, can you give me something? I’ve been trying to write for a year now, but can’t get it done.”
Doctor: “Are you saying you suffer from writer’s block?”
Writer: “That’s my story.”
Doctor: “If that’s your story, how can you have writer’s block?”
The writer then goes to his psychiatrist.
Writer: “Doc, can you give me something? I’ve been trying to write for a year now, but can’t get it done.”
Psychiatrist: “Are you saying you suffer from writer’s block?”
Writer: “That’s what I said.”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
Psychiatrist: “It means your problems are rooted in your expectations.”
“Yes,” the writer said. “I’m expecting you to help me.”
In desperation the writer goes to his mother.
Writer, in tears: “Mom, I’ve been trying to write for a year now, but can’t get it done.”
Mom: “Why’s that?”
Writer: “I think I suffer from writer’s block.”
Mom: “You know, your Dad had that same problem when I married him, and I was able to help him.”
Writer, his face brightening: “How, Mom, how?!”
Mom: “I had you and the bum had to find a job and go to work.”
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