Blank Pages and Writer Rages

Posted on October 3, 2012

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I want to write.

But the words, they’re nowhere in sight…

Or in mind, or even spirit for that matter – my inspiration is AWOL.

So I spitball – my mind wanders and wonders and travels down a dozen dead end roads.

My keyboard looks like my gas tank, its running on fumes, a big “E” taunting me.

My pen is like an empty cookie jar, even the crumbs picked over.

My glass is 1/2 empty and I’ve no idea how to fill it.

The page – damningly blank, the ink well – dry, the typewriter ribbon – toast, the tape recorder – on strike.

My muse is mussed, my ideas are duds and my mind, it dithers and flits and flops and bounces off the wall – my brain is the world’s most confused rubber ball.

Do you know why they call it ‘writer’s block?

Me neither, but it makes me feel like a dumb old rock.

I want to write.

But the words, they’re nowhere in sight…

 

 

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