What the title said. Let me sum up what I want to say in a story.

Once upon a time, there was an imagination that belonged to a person named Fierce Feline. This imagination was always overflowing with weird, fun, and outright random ideas. Sometimes, Fierce could even morph the ideas and crazy visions into stories. Not great stories, but stories all the same. But sometimes, a terrible disease would plague the over-active imagination. It's called, 'The Writer's Block'.

Whenever it hit, it would stop all of the ideas from flowing, like a river freezing over. For a while, Fierce wouldn't be able to think up, or type up, any stories at all. Most times, The Writer's Block would only last a week or two. In rare cases, it could last as long as a month. But whenever it took effect, the people who liked to read Fierce's stories would be frustrated and annoyed that they couldnt read more of them. And that made Fierce feel really sad. But unfortunately, the only way to get rid of The Writer's Block was to wait for inspiration to strike. Until then, all of the stories needed to be put on hiatus.

The End

*sigh...* I hate telling sad tales, but it's true. Sherlock: The Magical Murders is on hiatus until I'm cured of Writer's Block. Sorry everyone.