Stumbled across this wonderful poem – so clearly describes me today I thought I would share…
The plot’s
strong in my mind
too cold, can’t think
fingers won’t move
rise from my chair
rummage through closet, find a sweater
something warm to drink
still cold, climb on treadmill, move circulation.
Already skipped breakfast
another cup of tea, a cookie or two.
Go to the bathroom, wash hands
stare out the window
conjure my story
and the grocery list
remember
clean house
sort the laundry
pick up kids
visit mom.
Tea is cold
flick on TV while microwave heats
finish watching show, learn about plots
conjuring
write a screenplay some day.
Actor wasn’t good, story not credible
very upsetting, destroyed my mood.
I can write better than that!
Get to work
create mind boggling twists.
Answered the phone, talked too long
answering machine gets the next one
turn the volume down.
Stare at the monitor
tap a key
erase
a few more keys
keep going
no more delays
no more tea
don’t hold your bladder.
Daydreaming my story’s finished
Close the drapes, sit down
focus
keep writing.
Yes!
words pour out
catch up, work faster, more diligently
never mind typos, edit later
say it succinctly first time through
catch up, don’t fall behind
deadlines to meet.
Words flowing,
sentence after sentence
paragraphs,
one after another.
Oh, that’s good!
the end’s now in sight
my best story yet
Yes!
Surely I work better under pressure.
Wonder why other people have writer’s block.