a typewriter, snapping the guide bar over it, the ratcheting sound of rolling it into place to begin your first sentence......
only to find yourself staring
at the blank,
white
sheet of paper
was just g - o - n - e.
It was bloody brilliant two minutes ago....and somehow, the white has driven it far, far from your mind.
And it's gone.
Maybe for a few minutes...maybe forever.
Writer's Block.
It's a real thing. But this is the longest I've ever had it hit me. Months.
Literally months.
"They" say the cure is to write anything...anything...down just to break the spell of the white of the page and that will allow the thoughts to come pouring out....well, so far not so good. Still nothing. Maybe we find out later if this has been good for us or not. I guess a little more time can't hurt anything.....
Namaste
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