She took off her glasses, setting them
down beside her. She rubbed her temples in despair.
It had been so long since this had
happened last. She had hoped that it had been the first and only time
that it would happen.
But no, here she was yet again. There
seemed to be no rhyme nor reason to it. Sometimes things just went her way.
And at other times, like now, they just didn't.
Maybe some inspiration
would come, maybe a random thought would spark off something
momentous within her.
Perhaps a glass of wine would help her
to relax and let the ideas flow.
She walked to the fridge and poured
herself a large glass of white, padded back to the sofa, curled up
comfortably and tried to think.
She sipped the wine, waiting, waiting
for inspiration, but still nothing came.
This was no good! People were relying
on her, waiting for her guidance, humour and inspiration.
Maybe a walk! She threw on her coat and
headed out into the cool, Spring evening and headed off.
Yes, sometimes finding inspiration was
difficult.
What to write, what to write. A poem, a
story? Or maybe a deep and meaningful thought.
Serendipity smiled to herself. Maybe
tomorrow the writers block would lift.
Maybe tomorrow she would pen the blog
post of her life.
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