The sun is shining and it's a beautiful autumnal day. Then why do I feel so fed up?? Just looking out the window should lend itself to a wealth of ideas, yet today I have none. It's that Monday feeling again, and its not just affecting my work mood, but also my creativity. Nothing has inspired me so far, so despite not having much work to do, I haven't managed to fill the time with any writing either. Managed to read during lunch, in my normal spot, used the time to just think and lose myself in another world, one I think I would much rather be in today. Still not that many ideas, but already planning to try and work on my story later, so that's got to be a small positive at least, that I'm thinking about it! So as I feel that I don't have a lot to say today, instead I want to share a poem that reflects on how I'm feeling. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.....
Writers Block
Just staring
at the blank page or into space ahead
Not knowing
where to start, doing other things instead
Feeling a strong need to just write down
The words in
my head keep running around
So easily
distracted, either by TV or book
Putting pen
to paper, the last place to look
Hating the
days when I hit that wall
Feeling
useless, no inspiration at all
No
creativity flowing through my veins
Nobody to
assist me, take the reins
Body wound
up and tensed right through
Emotions
raging, don’t know what to do.
Waiting for
the ideas to come or flow
Listening
for snippets of conversation to make me go
Shutting off
my mind from the world that surrounds
Focusing on
the creativity to get off the ground
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