Tick tock tick tock.
Seconds turn into minutes,
Minutes into hours,
Hours into days.
Waiting- Just waiting for inspiration.
Waiting for the motivation.
Waiting for the kick.
It is hot and humid, my brain is fried.
I must meet the deadline, so I try.
First draft, not good enough,
Second, too quirky,
Third… May be I’m not that blocked.
I’m going to write about this. Write about now. Write about how I feel.
Write about how hard it is to write when you’re time bound.
Pour out my thoughts just hoping for some order.
Waiting, believing my writer’s block will be over.
But with things like this I know; only Time will tell