Can I post more than one entry? I think I have a couple things in my archives that may be short enough for this.
Title: Writer's Block
By: Miss Fiasco
I stare at the blank screen. The cursor flickers at its ever-steady rate, patiently waiting. Taunting me.
I have an idea what I must write, but cannot bring myself to write it. It seems impossible to continue as my fingers freeze, then my hands, and eventually my entire body is unable to move. My brain sputters and dies. The very blood in my vessels comes to a standstill and my heart slows and stops beating altogether. I am forever paralyzed, a statue, as much of a fixture in this room as the worn pleather swivel chair.
And yet time ticks on. I remain still for seconds, hours, weeks and years. A lifetime passes me by and yet I am still in front of the screen, a blank slate, unable to put down any words.
Me, who is usually so good with words, at a complete loss for them. In fact, it is the knowledge that I am fully capable of this which stops me. The empty page mocks me, torturing me with the verity that I can fill it with words, sentences, paragraphs. Paragraphs with quality. Maybe even paragraphs with meaning.
I put down some words to silence the cursor’s taunts, to satisfy it and leave me in peace. But peace is a far way away, for I have only cheated myself. The fleeting sense of accomplishment is a false one, and I am left staring at the screen again. Every beat of my heart thunders in my ears and the seconds tick by with frustrating slowness.
It’s maddening to be aware of your full capability to do something and not having any sense of how to do it. So maddening that your brain quits functioning altogether, leaving you a prisoner in your own body, trapped, annoyed with your own self, and at a loss at what to do.
Angered, I slam the lid down on the laptop and move on to something else. Finishing the assignment is obviously impossible.