Blocked

blank screen
looks reproachfully
at me
You are a writer
the blinking cursor states
So write
I rub stiff hands
tender wrists
sore knees
knead the knots in my back
feel the mental fog spreading
suspending my thoughts
like bees in liquid amber
I’m blocked
I retort
too tired
too much pain
too fuzzy
blank screen raises eyebrow
That never stopped you before
Are you having a pity party this morning?
Or are you just avoiding something?
Damn screen
Who asked you anyway?

© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

6 comments

  1. When the blank screen or paper fails to inspire and nags instead. Borrowing a bit from W. S. Gilbert (with a tune by Mr. Sullivan) –

    AHHH
    WHEN AUTHOR’SLY DUTY’S TO BE DONE, TO BE DONE,
    A WRITER’S LOT IS NOT A HAPPY ONE.

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