Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons A Writer's Curse

My mind is blank.

I stare at the screen

The blinking cursor stares back at me.

 

Why can't I think of anything?

Why is this so hard?

I know the direction I want to take

But it's hard finding the right words.

 

I guess maybe I was kidding myself

Thinking I could write well.

As I stare at the blank screen before me

The realization hits home

That maybe this isn't what I'm supposed to do.

 

So many good ideas

So little time

So little patience to type what I need to.

 

The cursor taunts me.

Teases me

Calling me out and

Challenging me to begin typing.

 

And so I do.

At first the words don't make sense

But then again neither does the world.

Then it begins to flow

And low and behold a story is born.

 

From the depths of my mind

Through the tips of my fingers

The writer's block has lifted.

 

 

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