The blank page is inviting.
Crisp. Clear. Anticipating writing.
Words and sentences, paragraphs and chapters.
Mystery twists and happy-ever-afters.
Intrigue and plotlines
Drama, and sometimes
Comedies of errors
And other storytellers’
Tricks to keep us hooked
Within the pages, within the books…
Although the blank page is also revealing
No words to relay its meaning
Yet with space to fill
It shows a mind, still…
Clear of thought
Yearning,
Fraught
With no inspiration in sight
Nothing to write
The blank page
Echoes like an empty stage
With no show tonight
The curse of writer’s block
Revels in its own delight
Struggling. Struggling. Struggling. This mysterious dark force that is trying to keep me away from blogging seems to have struck from a different angle this evening, and cloaked my inspiration and my creativity. However, a post must go out, so this is what I have managed to come up with. Once I started, the words flowed a little easier, but it’s getting the initial push – the ignition fired – that’s proving to be the biggest challenge. It will pass. Until then, I must keep on keeping on. Perseverance is key.
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