Why can’t I write? All day, that’s all I can think of. Even at work, I’m devising my plan for an early night in the hope of doing some writing. There’s also the evening ritual… ‘After I cook dinner, I’ll write. After I wash the dishes, I’ll write. After I shower the kids, I’ll write. After I read them a book, I’ll write. After they go to bed, I’ll write…’ Well, here it is, exactly one hour since they’ve been in bed and not a single word on the page…that is, until I started writing this!
This doesn’t count though. This is just me having a rant, a whinge, a gripe. This isn’t writing my book. This isn’t completing Chapter 16, so that I can move forward and begin Chapter 17. No. This is wasting precious ‘writing time’.
What should I do?
Well, I should just write, but for some reason I can’t. I’ve checked Facebook a thousand times. Instagram has pulled me in too. What about Pinterest and Twitter? Yes, checked them. Everything is up to date. I’ve read everyone’s posts, tweets, Instagram’s and more.
Now, that I’ve done all that, my eyes are getting tired. The cat is now quite comfortably sleeping near my feet. She can feel the electric blanket warming her through the quilt cover.
Hmmm, I wonder if there are any more posts to be read…
Hey, what about my website? I could check that out perhaps.
Yep. That’s all up to date as well.
Seems like there’ nothing to check. Come on…now look! My guitar is calling me, ‘Play me, Play me…’ I must go…I must go, but I’m way too comfortable.
How about, I just put the computer away. Take that expectation of having to write away and just relax. That would be a novel idea wouldn’t It?
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