Writer's Tears

I recently found out about this brand of Irish Whiskey. Writer's Tears.  It is such a poetic name.  Here is how it gets its name.

I find the above description extremely spot on and I can totally picture in my head, troubled writers sitting by a bar, frowning, massaging the bridge of their noses where their glasses rest, while smoking a cigarette.  In front of them were glasses of Whiskey, or Writer's Tears.  

Being a writer is not easy.  There are times when you are filled with inspirations and ideas, of poetic words and rhymes.  There are also times (or most of the time) when you are empty of inspirations, empty of words and emotions, when you are plain empty of anything.  You will feel stuck and no matter how hard you think, how hard you try to write, you will end up tearing that sheet of paper out, scrunching it up and throwing it at the pile of bad writing by the full trash can.  You will feel helpless, like the way you cannot lift your ring finger when your middle finger is folded under your palm.  You will panic as you see deadlines approaching and you find yourself staring at an empty blank page.  And that is the moment when you cry and let all of the frustration stream from your eyes, when you let the writer's tears flow.  As failure and disappointment wash off, they make room for new inspirations and words, new emotions that you will write and chronicle.

This is the cycle writers go through.