By
B.E. Amer
I’m struggling to write, but nothing’s coming to mind. It’s four in the morning and not much is going on, just my fingers dragging themselves across the keyboard... Oh… and then there’s that pesky clock going:
“Tick tock, a second has past.”
“Tick tock, now another has past.”
“Tick tock, you’re five minutes in.”
“Tick tock, sun’s almost up.”
I hate you clock! I got a C in Biology because of you once.
I try to ignore its insults and focus once more. But the TV is on and it’s much more entertaining than my wordless thoughts and my computer’s blank screen. So I watch Lethal Weapon 4 and think I might find inspiration:
But it’s only Danny Glover running around in his shorts.
Wow… I’m so inspired… You feeling me?
So I shift my focus. I’ll try, just this one last time. But I have no thoughts, so my mind is silent. I put the clock in the other room and turn off the TV.
The change of scenery has hopefully helped. Yes, now where was I?
Oh yes, I’m sitting down and ready to write…
But that sound is back. That deafening sound that gnaws at my ears.
Ugh! It’s silence. And it’s here to play.
#Writer’sBlock
Edited by: Maddy D.