It stole my words, thats why.
The dreaded fading of inspiration
has momentarily overtaken me..
I blame it on job-overload..
Dr. appointments..
The absence of wealth..
Towers of laundry..
Weeks away from home..
And hurried meals..
It amuses me how we writers always have enough of words to form
an endless list of excuses yet call-in sick with writer's block.
Perhaps I need to pay a visit to my subject,
hear her voice bend and flow as she tells me more tales...
Perhaps I must simply be still long enough to let my imagination spin away.
But for today.. the words remain unwritten.
The dreaded fading of inspiration
has momentarily overtaken me..
I blame it on job-overload..
Dr. appointments..
The absence of wealth..
Towers of laundry..
Weeks away from home..
And hurried meals..
It amuses me how we writers always have enough of words to form
an endless list of excuses yet call-in sick with writer's block.
Perhaps I need to pay a visit to my subject,
hear her voice bend and flow as she tells me more tales...
Perhaps I must simply be still long enough to let my imagination spin away.
But for today.. the words remain unwritten.