Nothing to Write About

The frustration of no ideas

The worst feeling a writer can have arises.

Nothing to write about because your head is in the darkness.

Not a whisper or murmur of the idea that could save your life.

Only a blatant crackling sound of popping bubble wrap in the distance.

What is that I see?

Is this the idea I’ve waited so long for?

It has to be.

Run for your life to get it. It looks like a pink box wrapped in blue innocence.

As you take each step towards the box, you feel a tingling sensation of rejuvenation. You’ll be whole once you open it.

You finally get there.

There, in the box lies a broken piece of glass.

Part of an old idea you threw away in the past.

Maybe the best ideas are the ones that need fixing.