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I Try but the Words Won’t Come Out
I try to write but the words won’t come out.
Even when they do make an appearance, they aren’t good enough.
Three-hundred words into a piece, my mind goes blank.
Should I battle on through?
Drag this piece over the finish line, kicking and screaming?
Endure the frustration that comes from trying to connect a few little half ideas together, in the hope they make some sort of sense?
Why can’t I think?
My mind was awash with ideas just thirty minutes ago.
Now there is nothing. Zero. Zilch.
Should I grit my teeth and grind it out?
Or withstand the guilt that comes from abandoning a piece midway through?
A deep breath in, a long exhale out.
The draft is saved, it’s time to restart.
Begin once more on a new piece of work.
Let the previous one simmer until the time is right.
The pressure to hit that publish button has been released.
There is no guilt for not finishing a piece. I know this, but it still feels somehow wrong.
