Waiting For Something Amazing To Happen

Frustrated at the computer
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The B’s were gone, and so was her hook.

Hook, she thought. That made her think of fish. Pacific salmon was delicious. Soon enough she’d get some, but for now she had to be patient. And she needed to get some damn words out onto the page!

She knew she wanted to say something. Something that could help people get through this challenging time with a little grace. Something that offered some sort of advice, without being preachy. Something that could mean something to someone.

She stared at the gibber jabber on the screen. No flow. No focus. No good. Her brain ached from too much thinking, which got her thinking…

Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a writer. Maybe she dreamed wrong.

Maybe she was just adding to the noise. Maybe her ideas actually sucked.

Maybe she didn’t leave enough time to cook dinner before her children got hangry. She didn’t like cooking.

Glancing over at her sleeping dog, not a care in the world, she felt a pang of jealousy.

Liking something isn’t the same as knowing a lot about it. But it’s a good place to start. She liked writing… a lot. The rest she could learn.

After all, she reminded herself, what did Maya Angelou say, “You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”



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Anon Gray

Anon Gray

You don’t need to know where you came from to know where you’re going. You just need to know what you seek. Find where you belong and then let go.