"Confound and bebother it all, why can't I get this right?"
Bilbo slammed his quill down upon the table, and got up to prepare his third snack of the afternoon. He was recording his adventures with the dwarves and wanted to tell the story just right. However, the proper words simply would not come.
After applying liberal amounts of jam to a croissant, Bilbo returned to his desk and reread the chapter he wrote about the Misty Mountains goblins.
"Oh, this dramatic struggle I was in sounds dull as dishwater!" the hobbit lamented. Writers block, you are not my friend."