Okay so a mini-rant about writer block turned poetic… I should get writers block more often
I have not had a case of writer’s block this bad in ages. I several good prompts I want to work with but nothing’s coming to me. It’s frustrating because I am actually in the mood to write. I am looking photo prompts and I can feel the ideas stirring. However, they lie tantalizingly out of my reach. I feel as though I’m grasping sand.
I could be working on an original flash fic. Instead I’m browsing blogs for writers tip. This is an excellent use of my time. But I want to write.
I have not made progress on my current novel because of lack of focus. Instead I’m watching Dr. Who fanfiction and getting into ambivalent states about the quality. Filming good; but script writing a mess. But can I talk? Can I sqeeze out text! I want to WRITE!
I could be outlining future projects, planning blog posts or just tinkering with old ones. Instead I wind up flicking through manga’s, well-read novels or netflix. I can lay out my canonical fan-drivel but I dare not touch the pen. It’s not my world; my world lies behind an oozing fog, mocking, taunting, cajoling me into the bottomless pit. I. Want. To. Write!
I seize my muse, frustrated and malcontent. My own impotence irrelevant. My tapestry lies torn asunder; years of work thrown in blunder. Lies woven through the thread, skill wrought in this head deemed unworthy in my eyes. Beauty destroyed, shine ignored; creativity deplored. Still the muse will not be ignored. Fresh start lies ahead.