Writer's Block, Daniel Boone, and Stephen King

I don’t believe in writer’s block

What taunts me there, on the stark white page

Is the sun itself, or a distant ray

And nothing my pen can't unlock.

 

Daniel Boone never got lost, per se

But he'd been a mite confused

His well-laid paths disabused

(Sometimes for several days).

 

Can mental blocks render writers obtuse

And it's truly an unavoidable thing?

Then explain to me, please, one Stephen King

And tell me it's not just an excuse.

 

© Bryan Denson, December 5, 2016