until the point of frustration has been surpassed
until my mind has spun around
to so many different places
that I don't even know where
I am anymore.
I sit here and ponder
everything about my life
at the Coffee House with some friends,
who are writers and dreamers like me,
and we drink coffee,
probably too much.
I sit here and ponder
about next week and the week after,
when I have three tests-
big ones-
and about when I will be beyond
Seward and Concordia University.
I sit here and ponder
the process of writing stuff,
for instance: Why am I writing this?
What will it become
and why am I using a
six-lined format?
I sit here and ponder
and slowly become embittered
by the lack of stories, anecdotes,
and matters of wisdom
that could be excised from my scalp
and smashed onto my paper.
I sit here and ponder
about the goal to regale
those literate crowds of somebodies.
this isn't "writer's block"-
this is my writer's prison and
I can't find the words to escape.
Elizabeth, we can NEVER drink too much coffee, for I will always be tired and craving espresso anyway. :)
ReplyDeleteI know why you wrote in six-line format-- because you wanted to, and it was working well at the time.
Writer's block can be a good thing; it helps us find a new box to put ourselves in, and then force ourselves to find a way out. It's like hard times for Christians: it's all about growth and strength. Besides, if we didn't go through hard times and learn from them, would we really be writers? ;)
Sometimes, I sit back and revel in how much I relate to you.