I'm having a wordless night. Unable to write, I'm ravenous. Reading. Thinking. Sitting. Clicking. Closing my eyes ~ imagining a sea of words - I'm scooping up armfuls until they're sliding between the creases of my elbows, dripping down the length of legs, splashing at my feet. Resplendent and shimmering. Begging me to empty my arms and drown.
But it's not my ocean.
It's hers.
But it's not my ocean.
It's hers.
3 Comments:
Mella - What a poetic way to describe writers block. LOL ;)
Peace & Hugs,
- Neo
I've been having that problem recently .. but mainly because I'm out of practice. I haven't needed to form a complete sentence in years ....
(Stop making excuses Sara.)
pikka leijona Oh, I think you'll find blogging helps oil the 'ol writing joints.
Last night, I had that Jamaica Kincaid story swimming in my thoughts - like a song I couldn't get out of my head. Surprisingly, (or not), writing this little post helped.
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