For a time this winter, writing consumed me. I was at it several hours, every day. Then it got frustrating. I felt I had things to say, but the words went away. I felt chained to the keyboard; it taunted me…it withheld its grace. The words choked and clogged. "Control+X" was my "go-to" tool.
Sleep, for me, has been much the same--choked and clogged. On-again, off-again…mostly off. Last Friday, stutter-stepping through another long night, this thought came to me: I want to be able to just...look at the pictures without coming up with the words. For a little while, anyway.
5 comments:
This is the most delightful picture....I want to be there right now.
Beautiful picture. Does not need one single word. Not sleeping is the pits.
That picture is worth a thousand words. But as always I will look forward to your words, too, and hope the writer/sleeper block melts away soon.
Debbi
I know what you mean about not being able to find the words. I've felt that way so much recently. If it's any consolation, one of the things I love most about your writing is that it always seems to flow so well...and I know how difficult it is to achieve that.
Judi
You are Never at a loss for splendid words, girl. That's just bull.
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