Writers block

The notion of writer block has been on my mind as of late. How long has writer block in existence? How many a writer has been plagued by the void of non-creativity that forms in the mind? Did Ovid stop and say, "I have no idea how I am going to make this work!" while he was constructing Metamorphosis? Was Dante's vision of the Inferno or Purgatory or Paradise tainted by the absence of a vision all together? As the ancient author of the Epic of Gilgamesh chiseled his words into stone, was his hammer stayed by the lack of anything more to say? I can only hope so. That way there will at least be some hope for me. If this discussion of not being able to think of anything to say is any indication, you should be able to tell that I have writers block. So, for lack of anything else to write, I decided to write about how I have nothing to write about. Except I am now writing about something, thus creating a paradox of epic proportions: writers block was the solution to writers block.