Writer's Block

It's a strange thing when you're having trouble writing something. Your mind starts to play tricks on you. Whether you're trying to concentrate on a particular idea or even just brainstorming, it's fascinating just where your mind can take you. You notice the details in the cement outside your window, the every tiny particle that makes up this nearly impenetrable substance. The birds outside fly off a telephone line, to a nearby rooftop and back again like they are playing a game of tag. The wind whistles and seems to sing a song, shaking branches who tap tap tap on your rooftop. The cat circles your feet in endless loops. Does it want attention, or to be fed? And as you go to feed the cat, you notice the water pitcher was never filled. It will only take a moment to do...the dishes. They've been left out for several hours. If they are left overnight they will crust and be infinitely worse. But before you can do the dishes you have to put away the remaining dishes in your drainer because you've never taken the time or money to get a dishwasher. Mother always said you were her little dishwasher.

One of the plates slips out of your hand and drops to the ground shattering and making the cat cower in fear. You get the broom and dustpan, sweep it up and realize the trash needs to be taken out. But you forgot to pick up trash bags from the store. While you are there you also need some more milk, some cereal and bread as well as something for dinner tomorrow night. And by the time you get done running around. You're so tired and you realize...the dishes are still not done, the water pitcher was never filled, the garbage has not been changed, you forgot to pick up cereal for breakfast tomorrow as well as the hamburger for dinner. And last but not least, your story has not gotten any longer.

And the more you try to concentrate, the more you realize that there are more important things you should be doing. I know I should be writing how Johnny Trueblood escapes the room full of gunman to live to fight another day, but I really should pay the water bill as it's due on Tuesday. What's the big deal in putting it off for another day? Johnny will still be there tomorrow. The longer you wait, maybe the more clever his escape will be. Afterall, you don't want to rush things. Everything has to be perfect. The last thing I'd ever want to do is rush...