Written after reading a prompt at Writer's Digest'Flow....or lack thereof'
A perfect place
Where all the words come
No stumbling for ‘hypocrite’
Or something you’d know any other day
No dashing for the dictionary
Or hitting spell check
No ridiculous dialogue or wasted scenes
All clicking into place
You don’t notice hunger
Or the fact it’s three a.m.
Nature’s call and the Sand Man’s chant
Fall upon deaf ears
And then-
Suddenly-
……
Nothing
Mid paragraph
Mid sentence
Mid word
It stops
Growling
Snarling
Begging the muse
For something
That just
Won’t
Freaking
Come
And even though you’ve written ten pages
Of pure perfection and grace
You stomp off to bed snarling
‘I’ll never finish this’
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