The Writer's Block (wip)

The block was immense, a teeeming square of gargantuousness--it went on for approximately five thousand miles, at which--on the south end, I stood. 1

I had the chisel of a pencil in my hand--and to dare touch this thing was some kind of madness, indeed. . .But it was all I could do, like some crazed compulsion.2

After five years, all that I had accomplished was to form another writer's block within the block--a strewn of nonsense words cubed with scribbles of intense frustration. 3

Around this time, I finally tired of chiseling away with the entreaties of ink. . .So I made a sign in stern to a transient's. 4

About two and a half years into my great endeavour to meld this writer's block into a writer's complete, finished novel. . .I had been discovered at my space-time coordinates within the matrix of imagination. The travelers eventually paved a road which followed alongside the writer's block--which now had become some kind of tourist attraction. How they accomplished it as quickly as they did (and me without even accomplishing my wanted completion!) is still some mystery to me. . .Like Egyptians who built the pyramids, they had no trouble with this immense trial. 5

It was not just any road, though. Due to the rigorous length of the block, it was a road which was not actually a road at all--but four Bose-Einstein condensates: one at the southern end of the block, one at the north, east, and west. These were a quantum physics invention--which allowed teleportation between all four spots. How it all worked I had no idea.6

Thus, as is to be imagined, I got quite a decent amount of pay from those who came hither and thither at the southern end of the block. With these funds, I was able to purchase an editor. . .7

5,000 miles equates to a lot of words. I don't know what the conversion is between miles and words, but I'm quite sure it's almost an infinity. 8

Like a great sculptor of words, now with my editor. . .This stone, labrinythine maze had been shodden and shaved, shaped and formed. . .And yet. . .still, I was ten years into it. . .The time passed so quickly, and my musculature, how immense it was! But it was nothing to this block, I had made so little progress. . .9

The Bose-Einstein people came to me, asking me if I wanted to teleport any parts of the block. You see. . .I had had a great mix-up of words one day because of a huge acid rain storm that permeated right over me. Apparently there were a lot of Bose-Einstein condensates that linked all over the globe in a wholesome network, and each was connected to each, and somewhere along it all acid rain had fallen into one (despite the usual barriers placed against unwanted objects!). 10

This was their favor to me for what they'd done. . .So of course, I accepted immediately.