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A pen in hand and a new page leaves every option, but also none at all.
The ever-growing ideas list is for the writer I can't be today, the one with motivation, energy, a clean tea kettle.
Her shit is together, the version of me who can do them justice.
I want not to be a shell with a blank-slate mind,
to reflect the opposite, a right hand capable of more than
The the the the the the the
hoping for words that never come after
though I was once promised it would come, that brains don't like an unfinished sentence;
it has to go somewhere.
Eventually, we fill in the blanks,
but is it good? Is it bad?
Or am I self-editing before I ever actually start to write again?
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Comments (4)
Such a relatable glimpse into writer’s block.
You convey the tension between aspiration and hesitation so vividly. The line about the ‘writer I can’t be today’ is particularly relatable.
Argh, Kay, I felt the frustration. This is so relatable!
This popped up right as I was about to start some editing and I find that quite funny! That pesky editor….