Writer's Block (a haiku)

blank thoughts, blank white page

opportunity brings death

to inspiration 

Just when I’m presented with a significant stretch of uninterrupted time in which to write and create, the unthinkable has happened...I’ve fallen victim to a paralyzing case of writer's block. Opportunity, it seems, is an opportunist, lying in wait, the thief of creative thought and motivation. Hours of the past week have been spent in front of the screen and the page, yet they have netted very little in terms of actual literary substance. Eventually able to eke out a paragraph, I revisit it only to discover it is complete and utter codswallop. The haiku above is the only complete written work I've been able to formulate, and it, in and of itself, is nothing to write home about.

If I’ve learned anything this week, it’s that inspiration seems makes itself known to me in the busyness of a typical day… the feeding, shuffling and raising of kids, household maintenance and the running of errands, the attending to studies, supervision of homework, making of dinner, bath times, bedtimes, on and on and on. On days like these, phrases and ideas appear as lightning bugs on a summer night, points of illumination momentarily materializing and ripe for the capture. Given the unstructured luxury of spring break, however, and I find myself staring down the dark depths of a well of words that has run dry. Oh well, maybe next week…