Fighting Through

Waiting for my Writer’s Block (or WB, as he likes to be called) to return to the cave from which it was spawned has been a rather lengthy waiting game. Thankfully, I didn’t listen to WB when he told me to hold my breath while I waited. Instead, I listened to my wonderful bloggy friends who encouraged me to hop back on the keyboard and get to blogging again.

Day after day,I kept staring at the blank page on my computer, willing my fingers to magically begin the dance that would fill it with words. That too was a futile dream as the only magic my Mac bore witness to in the last two months was the Harry Potter DVD I watched during my Nile cruise.

Writer’s Block, I have learned, is an evil and mad genius whose sole goal in life is to mock me. To taunt me until I break and swear off writing forever. Never mind the hints of gold I would occasionally mine while I was out and about each day – WB made sure that by the time I returned home, my momentary spots of genius had turned into fool’s gold not fit for the pages of Mad Magazine, let alone my blog.

Then, yesterday morning, I made up my mind – if WB wasn’t going to leave of his own volition, I was going to be a poor hostess and kick out this uninvited guest! Words would flow from my brain to my fingers if it killed me. I swore that the two months worth of great stories that wanted to be told would have their chance to shine. I would stop feeding Writer’s Block with my hesitancy and indecision. I would starve the bugger out with my creativity and determination. And if all else failed – I would sick one of my stuffed animals on him.

I’m ready to write! I’m ready to scream my words to the blogosphere and see what comes back.

In the immortal words of Elton John, “The bi!ch is back!”