They are gone. The words from my beloved muse have disappeared from the recesses of my brain and left behind a stagnant pool of mush. I want desperately to write and, ironically, the only thing I can come up with is a post about not being able to write.
I have been in this situation before. After sulking for a few days, my muse returned ready to fight the good fight again and we wrote. Sometimes the writing was light and other times it was a frenzy of words fighting for their space on the page but, regardless, we wrote.
Now my fingers dangle over the keyboard waiting for inspiration, that divine breath, to whisper those words into my ears but the silence is deafening. I want to smash this writer’s block into a million tiny shards of concrete and hope that each piece holds a story that will get me back on track.
I put my faith in the phrase, “this, too, shall pass” and await the return of those nagging voices that make me rise at 5:00 am to do their bidding.
Sorry you’re struggling with block. Hopefully it’ll pass quickly.
Thanks, Carrie. I hope so too!
I’m right there with ya’. 😦
I hate this! 😦
You don’t need to wait for inspiration, Susan. Just write anything…even if it’s junk. Everything can be rewritten. 🙂
That is a good point, Jill. Thank you. 🙂
Music always helps me to get going again. 🙂
I will give that a try….thanks!
IT happens to all of us. Use this time to outwit squirrels.
Lol – great idea!!
You won’t win. No one can win against a squirrel. But it’ll keep you busy!
It certainly will, LOL