Writer's Block

Sometimes the writer struggles because things are going too well.  In the worst wounds, the longest sessions of tears, and the hardest struggles, the writer dwells in his or her own emotions, as scattered and nonsensical they may be, in order to find clarity.  What is there to make coherence of if life is moving along simply or even easily? The writer seems to search out pain in order to put pen to paper.  A self-deprecating cycle is needed to create anything worthwhile -- and even then, is there meaning? The paradox of the so-called tortured artist is that the artist is doomed to be unhappy if he wants to continue doing what he loves.  Irony is the artist's life.  Irony is what the artist creates and lives by -- it is the rule in which the artist breathes and survives. When happiness conquers the pain, the writing becomes thin and sparse.  The writer no longer needs the writing to make sense of life.  The writer is no longer -- simply a happy soul.