Did You say Writer's Block?!
Yes I did!
My head hit the desk
It's happened again...well it's been a continuous happening.
I'm trying to write this book.
I rub my head against the edge of the desk
in hope some thoughts or flow of words will come my way.
I can feel it make new creases in my face.
I stop, shut my eyes and my mind goes and goes.
A mermaid sprays waters right in my face with her tail.
While a marching band parade on past us serenading.
I was sat on a loliipop tree and could smell motlen chocolate in the air
This is not a story, or my plot
This has nothing to do with I'm even doing
What is this?!
I open my eyes.
Was that writer's block?
I know what I'm doing...it's all in my head
Dream about it at night in bed.
I know just what I want to say
Why can't I get it down.
I've sorted the pictures
I know my topic's good
I've had lunch- my tummy's full
But as much as it's in head
It just won't go anywhere near paper.
I'm jogging down the street.
The wind's making music in my ears flowing through my hair.
I'm taking a swim, need to cool off
Get the creativity brewing
I relax, sharpen some pens
I stop sharping the pens....embaarassed!
Can't believe I just sharpened 3 pens.
Let my thoughts ferment like wine.
I sign on to MSN, see who's there
I chat with Char, who I haven't spoken to since God knows when;
I check to see if I've got mail.
Family Guy's on
I'll watch that. Stewie Griffin's trying to kill Lois again.
I brush my teeth for the fourth time...hoping my gums don't bleed.
I look at my desk and roll my eyes.
It's time to floss.
Now that's done with
I go to the nearest shop and by more pens
The unsharpened kind
and cards for each upcoming Holiday.
Christmas ones on sale...Hell Yeah!
I need to go back to my desk...so I could whack my head on it.
I only just realised this is what I've got, been doing.
Writer's Block is all I'm spewing.
I do all these things instead of sit down and write.
I procrastinate because my head hit a wall, a block...my desk.
I open my eyes look round the room
crumpled pages like popcorn everywhere
in mounds like the Himalayahs.
In my bin, on top my bin, around my bin, near my big toe...on my left foot.
by a paper mountain range, procrastination, my thoughts and a block.
My block's fun though.
I hate to admit! It changes....
When it first showed up it was made of wood, then metal, even clay.
Now it's in some sort of psychadelic material.
I like being blocked.
Today I got a lot done.
So tomorrow I finish page one!
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