I grabbed my spiral
notebook yesterday with the intention of writing something spectacular. The
blank page pulsed with emptiness. After a few minutes, I wrote the word “Blocked”
across the top, believing that by labeling my affliction, I would begin the
process of overcoming it.
No other words followed.
I left pen angled across the page, hoping that seeing the two paired together
on the coffee table would trigger some inner well of creativity, and words
would flow forth effortlessly.
Nothing happened.
Not a single word.
I don’t know why my
ideas and thoughts ram against this invisible wall. In my mind, I see them
ebbing and flowing. I stand on a precipice, watching my words undulate in
silent waves. They never reach the shore.
So this morning, instead
of taking pen and paper in hand, I pull up Word. The curser’s insistent
blink-blink-blink-blink challenges me. I type the single word, “Blocked” again,
centered perfectly on the page.
And words push through
the water’s rolling surface.
Not perfect.
But there.
Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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