Petulant Pout

I don’t know why I fight it. It’s that same logic that makes me eat pretzels everyday at 4:00 when I know carbs are bad for me, yet I’m compelled.

I sit at the computer struggling, scraping, scouring for the words. Majestic prose do not materialize, the perfect word to convey an emotion doesn’t occur to me, and my inner story architect is out to lunch. It’s…so….damn….frustrating.

Part of me knows I should just walk away from the computer. Take a break. Get a change of scenery, fresh air, perspective. But I fight it. Like a petulant child, I fight it and continue to battle my muse.

Thankfully, life eventually intervenes: I have to clean for company; the dog needs a walk; I’m needed to chauffeur. And wouldn’t you know it – during that time I’m more productive than I’ve been the entire day at the computer.

There’s something about doing mindless activities that frees your creativity to blow in the wind like a tumbleweed, and with that tumbling comes momentum, imagination, freedom…ideas. The magic carpet ride begins and before I know it I’m back in the house, running to the computer hoping I remember everything that just happened in my brain.

I don’t know why I fight it. *petulant pout* *crunches on pretzel*

Speak to me! I wanna hear ya!

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