Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Writer's Block


Deep breath.

I have a confession to make: I don't know what to write about.
"Write that down!" I tell myself.
"Something will eventually come to you if you do."

Instead, I stare out the window.

I try to recall the story that just a few days ago was screaming to be told.

What was the topic anyway?
Why had I felt such urgency to write that story?
And, why can't I remember it now?

I stifle a yawn and look around.
I stare out the window again.
My paper is blank.
My pencil is poised in the air.

I glance at the students in front of me.
Everybody is busy writing.
Everything feels trite and unimportant.

Then, I scribble it all down.

The bell rings.

I close my notebook.

another writing moment

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