Writers BlockA Poem by Claire ChittyA prose poemTo write, that’s what every writer should do they say; but what
about the days where the words hideaway in crevices and gaps that you cannot
get to? Little feral creatures burying themselves into dark recesses and
refusing to enter the bright, shiny light of the blank page. What can
be done to tempt these delicate wisps out? What incentive entices their first
tentative steps from their burrows so that they can be plucked and placed in
order to create magic, margin to margin. As a
writer am I a tamer of such beings? The word whisperer making them dance across
the page generating visions of adventure, death, and love. Is there a school
that teaches you how to do this or is it a case of looking within the soul? Am I a
writer? That I will never know, but I will keep watching for these feral
creatures and try to teach them to dance for my joy. © 2013 Claire Chitty |
StatsAuthorClaire ChittyMidlands, United KingdomAboutI am a writer, in my 30's, based in the Midlands UK. I have published short stories in women's magazines in my early 20's. I have come back to writing in the last 18 mths and I am currently in the mi.. more..Writing
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