It is certainly looking like a big weight on your shoulder - you are worn out and there is nobody to come to your rescue. You have waited now for nearly two weeks - no idea had visted your mind and you are getting very frustrated. You tell your writing partner and friend all that you have been going through at the hands of one inspiration - who has not visited you for a long time.
Your good friend is taking note of all that you are saying and wondering where and when to stop you in order to add his usual helpful comments. You continue your story; of all that has transpired between you and your thoughts - how you contemplated getting any story - just any story that captures your imagination - that makes you certain that that is exactly the idea that you are looking for. You said that you had actually contemplated drinking your urine - and making tea with the whole stuff - and actually thought about jumping into the Lions den in a zoo all to whip up inspiration. You sit there feeling so sorry for your self - wondering if every writer in the world is going through your unique kind of experience.
You begin to see the sense of taking note of everything that you see around you - not just anything that you see but everything that happens around you - you soon concluded that the experience was too boring. You keep the dairy all the same - and decide to write it all up. At a particular point , you gave up and walked straight into the market square - shouted at the top of your voice - hoping to get some attention - a story - an idea - and nobody looks at your direction. You even tried urinating in public - hoping that the police would be interested in you - so that you could make a great story out of it - but for some reason, they all looked the other way. You are really sad - absloutely gotted - you are completely angry. You ask your friend what you should do and you friend, your great friend and writing partner thanks you for giving him such a great inspiration; a great push to write about you - a story he will jolly well like to write about. You look at him and think that he has gone crazy.