My pen makes contact
with the surface of
the first page of the open diary
that I've purchased just today!
And then it halts,
my hand half raised
my brow deeply furrowed
my brain all scrambled ...
Hey, I'd thought up
this intricate, twisting plot,
peopled by inter-meshing characters
and such lovely, graphic imagery.
How could it all just disappear
- almost vanish into thin air -
I bemoan, as once again,
I am hit by the writer's block.
