or you know
just strike the match
and watch it all burn
all those piles of paper
all those piles of words
literally
mountains of thoughts
drafts of repeated scenes
my god how many lines labored over
to get a phrase just
so
and then the tumor of a manuscript
it sits
and swells
and pulses like a pseudo-heart
and gathers the kind of
dust that makes the tapping
on of keys a bitterness
like the dregs of coffee
Words and Feathers 
Know that feel. I think the trick is to completely truly forget about, and then when you stumble upon it one day it will be delightful again.