Updated: Dec 16, 2020
Why is it so hard to write today? The words refuse to form at my fingertips. My mind circles with distractions while each and every noise in this house makes my skin crawl with frustration. I finally have time to write, but I’ve been chipping away at the same paragraph for over two hours.
I don’t understand.
Yes, I’m tired. Even still, I’ve had two cups of coffee, large cups, so potent they could wake the dead hair follicles of my balding head, but no. My brain refuses to wake.
The gift within me to write, the desire to bring a message of hope and forgiveness refuses to be released. It’s locked up behind a door that’s been fused to the chamber walls. Time has not boded well for the chamber door. The hinges have rusted together, the wood has swollen with age putting extreme pressure between the joints and edges between the door and its frame. Push and push the door won’t give way. The story is trapped. Why?
Time will tell. Press on, I must. The fight is real. The struggle, although it may seem insurmountable at the moment, too shall pass. So today, I fight for the words. I fight for the pages, I fight on until blow by blow, I reign victorious.
Note: This is just part of my process. When I get stuck, and feel like I've lost all hope of putting words on the page I do a little free writing. I just start typing. No edits, no stopping, just free thought. Eventually something decent comes out. Today, I needed to do a little free writing. The above is edited.