The Inevitable Block

Barely six months into my blog ,I must confess I suffer from a block .Oh no, not the arterial one, but the much dreaded ailment that befalls a writer, the inevitable block . Some may say it’s premature, nevertheless it’s my present condition.

Sitting down with ideas none, nothing new forthcoming, writing is a bane, a tedious task. Looking at the garden green,the sky above, the people around, waiting for that intelligent flow of words, is like expecting hell to freeze over .

A definite slowdown it is ! My muse has fled my brain, like the moose the barn. Stealing my new found creativity, leaving me with no inspiration, straining my feeble writing skills, which much to my chagrin, is dwindling.

Despondently I wonder, will this inability soon disappear or is it here to stay? Will I be besieged with this affliction, each time I venture to write a piece? The answer to that, am afraid, is still at large .

Notwithstanding, my poor disposition, I choose to wait on heaven’s intervention, in this matter most alarming . But alas to my dismay and distress ,there is no glimmer of revelation.

Ready to abandon this vain attempt ,ironic though it may seem, I choose to ink down my thoughts on this unwelcome malady, known to many of fame and now to me .

But I rest in the knowledge, that my muse will soon return. Until then, will lay down my pen, much to the relief of some, indifference of others and to those few who may miss my poems, fear not, for I will be back. 😀