Behind Other Words

When my muse is gone, and I am completely forced to just stare at the brick walls or empty blank pages, I hide behind other projects, which I’ve started working on. Music also energizes and revives my inspiration. A long walk in the park, or just sitting by the creeks, helps a lot, too.

Once my brain inhales the fresh oxygen, or forgets the current project I intended to complete, words seem to fall in line and just screen in my head; they want to come out and dance on the blank pages.

After my pen is finally done crying, and my fingers move not any longer, I then wonder, why did I even have a writer’s block to begin with?