I see the fog on the horizon, creeping ever nearer. My hand stops moving in anticipation, for what comes next. I try to run but I cannot escape, the slowly creeping fog. In my throat I try to scream, but I cannot. I see many creatures in the fog, all gray and flat. Their eyes plead for help, a rescue. The fog slowly covers me, I feel gray too. My eyes close and breathing slows, I know what happened. Just one thought left in my head: Writers Block.