At the moment, I’m sitting at the front porch while looking at the dark Friday night sky. The thick clouds are hidding the moon from me. Not a single star is there, except the moving clouds that would fall to rain anytime now. I feel the cold wind as it touched the exposed parts of my skin. I closed my eyes and gathered my thoughts. I felt my fingers slowly tapping the keys of my computer and I knew I’m ready to write again.
Ahh, it feels so good. It feels so great to be here again. I miss this blank page. I miss the sound of the keys as I stroke each letter to form a word, then a sentence, then a paragraph. I miss the cursor blinking while waiting for my next tap.
This writer’s block seriously hit me. I checked my drafts. Four unfinished entries. I’ve checked them almost everyday, trying to think on how to proceed but my mind refused to work. That’s it. I’m just another writer. And I am definitely not exempted in this quandary.
But look! I’ve gone this far. I have this feeling that this one would not become another unfinished entry to be stored in my drafts. I have this feeling that I’m going to click that publish button. This is good! This is a good sign!
Another cold breeze blow again. My husband is calling me to get in. I looked at the sky one more time. A star. I see a star. It’s alone, but it’s shining brightly. It looks so proud because it was able to beat the thick clouds covering the rest of the sky.
I felt like the star. I overcame the writer’s block. I can feel my imaginary friends talking to me again. I wonder where they’ve been. Ahh!! They have so much to tell me for sure. I’ll spare their tales for next time.
It’s getting late. Another call from hubby and I head inside. 🙂
Goodnight, dear readers. I’ll be with you again soon. Take care!