When a blockage occurs in the writercentric aspect of your braindom, you can try many remedial methodologies as a curage.
For instance, I have nothing I wish to convey through the creatical pathways of my neuronages, so I shall show couragafication and inventify some verbinage to tickle my fancifestness. Right now, as I type these vessalages of informatical mayhem, the sheer numerosity of red underliningatudes of words that Microsoft is trying to get me to correctify in the errorishness of my ways makes me giggledy full of gleeishes.
I could allow this choo-choo of thoughtitude to driftal in any directorial veinage that I would be desirous of. (Querical: Is it still considered to be badly grammaticized when ending a sentence prepositionally if only writing trashicals such as this?)
One of the reasons I need to pushify myself into writery this evening is the lack of abilitude to remain awakified while reading. The televisionary is not amusifying due to a striking of writerific peeps. My blogular amigos aren’t blogulating and my boredomness has reached new highnesses.
However, my realizatory informatical center tells me this isn’t the fault of my readerhood, so I shall not intrudify on your time any longulificularly.