Dear Writer’s Block – (Prompted by Writer’s Digest)
Dear Writer’s Block… It’s not You, It’s Me
Dear Writer’s Block,
I’ve known you for so long now that being with you is like having a warm, loving blanket wrapped around me that numbs all of my thoughts of writing into a fading shadow that eventually; rather finally, disappears into the grey dust of what used to be my inspiration.
Our relationship started off so casually. It was so easy to just let you slip into my life. At first I thought your name was “Excuses”. I started to have a million reasons why I could not write. Considering that I had always been bursting with ideas, this first time without any was almost like my brain on vacation.
As we became more comfortable together, I nicknamed you “Procrastination”. Now the eager ideas that once danced in my head until I got them on paper, were just not there. I was, in all honesty, a little afraid…. I had never had a time where my head did not burst with thoughts to write like water behind a main that swells and seems like it will crack the encasement if not let free. I thought to myself “I will spend time tomorrow and come up with something great to write.”
That worked for a while. It was easy to just put my writing, my true lover off another day until I had something of value to offer.
Then the most terrible thing happened. I realized that my beloved was gone. There was no singing in my heart of the sonnets of spring. There was no cloud of despair, surrounded by pellets of dark words to make their way out. There were no moments of pulling my notebook out of my purse for the 10th time in a day to scramble down the ideas before then slipped away. My writing… my passion… my sweet lover, was gone.
And so, I am writing this letter to you. I want you to know that you were a great replacement for a short time, but I need my precious soul-mate back. I NEED TO WRITE. So.. Please understand, it is not you, it’s me. I just cannot live without this past love of mine.
If I have to cross the ocean to find him, I will. If I have to stay up all night with an empty page in front of me for weeks on end, I will. I will wait with the patience that only unconditional love can offer. I will wait with baited breath knowing that I will find him again.
Staying with you would just be a lie to myself And so I bid you adieu and wish you all the best. I am sure that you will soon find another that will crave your way of numbing their thoughts very soon.
Goodbye forever,
Easter Ellen
Easter Ellen 
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That is really cute! Thanks for the chuckle!!!
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I couldn’t resist commenting. Perfectly written!
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Oh my goodness… so sorry, but I just saw this – thank you so very much for the wonderful complement.
Easter
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I am glad you sent Writers Block packing, he makes a bad friend. I hope your true love shows up very soon. We need to hear more from you.
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Thanks so much for the mention!
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