Writer’s Block

Waiting for words to find me… I sit still, allowing my thoughts to race…

Competing for the ultimate prize of “the point of inspiration”… but my carefree mind wanders, switching worlds randomly so the paths of words to the motioning of ┬ámy wrists to which I write them is indirect…

Yet I compose myself by whispering compose yourself and then reply with notes that are the pieces of the chords struck within me…

What falls to the page and to the screen sometimes even shocks me…

And I am shown often what I did not even know about myself that is imbedded in my soul whenever I give back to my soul instead of constantly asking of it…

Musing 3/10/14

So very often when I want to write I get distracted by things at home. What bills I have to pay, television, netflix series I “need” to catch up on etc… Which forces me to leave home and try to find somewhere to get work done. Usually I can find a cafe or library that gives me the peace that I require to do what I need to do, but sometimes the journey to get to those places robs me of my time to write and before I know it I have only sat down for maybe an hour and written for about 30 minutes before I have to go back home. But within that journey to getting where I want to be in order to write, I fall into the most amazing views and I want to stop and write them all down, but I have to keep moving. I can only imagine if I were sitting on a train and writing about all that I see and at the same time being able to work without borders of time… That would be the most amazing thing and would be totally new. I love to travel but have not had much time to… This would be a great gift.