Enjoying what a mind can do of turning thoughts tumbling onto the page.

My soul is joyful when capturing an audience that appreciates melodious prose.

Yet every now and then words are too jumbled to express.

Sitting here chained to the desk.

Now my writing is a blur.

The brain fried beyond compare.

Caught up in extreme writer’s block is certainly frustrating.

It feels like a sense of creative direction is lost.

Writing sentence upon sentence.

Scribbling and crossing out.

Over and over again…

My notebook is more black ink than white paper.

Needing to run away from the writer’s desk would be the best course of action.

Take that walk…

Leave the mental block alone.

The nagging uncontrollable mind floats away.

Only to be replaced with clarity upon my return.

With words flowing back onto the parchment.