I have been sitting in front of my computer screen all-the-live-long-day and at least 10 bazillion ideas have raced across the mind. Do you think any one of them actually stopped to say,
“Hey, fingers….Take this down! It’s a great idea! Catch it while it’s still hot! Come on! Type!”
My fingers – well, just one actually- did a “high salute” as we might say and so, no.
The ideas did not stick around. They said “what-ever” and went along their merry way….
Leaving me with “The Block.”
It’s been this way for months. I can’t stand it.
So, I’m doing what “they”- you know- “those” out in the grand space of things – always say to do…
So I’m writing about this cookie…the black and white cookie…
Because “The Block” is neither black or white- it leaves the one afflicted floating in the middle.
The gray area.
I’ve written about “The Block” once before…and I’ve tried to heed my own advice.
But here, in the gray…I linger.
In a constant state of flux.
Waiting for inspiration to take hold and allow me to create with wild abandon.
Hoping this chunk bitten out of the middle would break the crippling hold…
But it did taste pretty darn good.
So good in fact that I may just open up the lap top tomorrow to see what else I can write about. Hopefully it will be inspiring and not some nonsense drivel…
and instead of letting those grand ideas swirl about,
I may just reach up to grab one
and let the story unfold.
If you like this post, you might also like these