Okay, so what have I got?
Limited time and an entire blank page.
A head full of dreams fast becoming invisible. Strands of ideas not yet awake.
Blurry. Unfocussed. Not tangible.
There are go to structures. Make a list. Don’t give it a number. Just begin.
I can’t get past three.
Morning things: A house full of alarms. Blinds edged in light. Coffee.
Spring: Greens I forgot. Bird song. Mud.
Words are stuck. Each one needing to be plucked, pried, yanked.
I uncover each one and we stare at each other.
There’s no satisfaction.
Just a pile of words.
Today, I got nothing.
I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.
Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.