When Words Won't Come..

And it's 3am in the morning again. And you are mind blaringly(is this even a word) awake. And it's freezing..and the clock is ticking..and the keyboard is still..and still. And then the doubts creep in..writer you say? How in the name of everything written can you possibly be a writer? when no thoughts filter down from that space in your head that's called your creative side and trickle onto the page..forget leap onto the page!! And why must that urge to write (although empty) occur in the small hours of the morning and did I mention it's freezing and you've been pulled from the cocoon of warmth that is your doona with the hope of much..and results in little..and still the keyboard is still..