The screeching of the tires and the impending crunching sound of the impact is making me cringe.
I saw it coming. 31 days without a single blocked day is a lot to wish for.
Eight is what I got.
Here we are.
Day nine.
Wordless.
I have a lot of ideas, thoughts, and feelings swirling in my head but do not have the energy it takes to release them.
So instead, I am waxing not poetically enough about being blocked.
Smashed into this wall.
The one that stands between my brain and my keyboard.
I tried to write something else.
It was junk.
It did nothing. Meant nothing.
So I pressed the delete key and started over.
Decided to write about this nothing instead. About being blocked.
Smashed up against the wall, like a literary pancake.
Maybe tomorrow, the words will come back to me.
Until then......
That was honest :) *mwah*
ReplyDeleteThanks! Sometimes it is best to write what you know. ;) XOXO
DeleteLOL we've all been there….many, MANY times. I find that a little bit of wine helps to loosen up the muse's tongue…..
ReplyDeleteI am used to it. Since I don't drink, at all, I write to get through it. Thanks for reading.
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