Mud: Slice of Life #16

Mud: Slice of Life #16

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.


Bad Irony: Slice of Life

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.

23 thoughts on “Mud: Slice of Life #16

  1. Your slice left me smiling; it’s so real! Days like this stretch us as writers… just keep those fingers moving on the keys.

  2. Don’t get caught in that quagmire of mud. Keep working on those strands, slowly they will slide out from the mud. You can do it, you have before. 🙂

  3. Oh, heavens. This has to be the best slice of life writing about not knowing what to write about. I LOVE it. Even with just MUD, you create art.

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