The Countup Block
Writers Block!
You can’t do it! You’re wondering how much time has passed,Or why your screen is still blank. What happened to all the day time zeal?All those plans in a pocket piñata full of little notes.When did you yell JENGA on your ideas? You’re not feeling anything yet,That’s the problem.Looking for inspiration in an abyss of information.And have as much to offer as a goldfish after ten seconds. You’ve got that song stuck in your head.You love it but the seventy-ninth time it is as welcome as the sound of water continuously dripping into a pond in a hollow cave.But you can’t stop.And it’s no more the entire song.Just that one specific part.--You tried lying down.Watching porn.Visualised the fan as a dandelion.And suddenly you’re thirty nine minutes into a documentary about tiaras made from hemp.And that joint didn’t help.And so you roll again. You realise that the apocalypse has actually begun.So has world war three.It’s not like a movie.It won’t take three hours or three days where calamities put our planet in an inescapable embrace.Extinction, is like an alchemical reaction.It is slow, consolidated and may take months or years.But then again, ours is not the only reference for time in the universe.--How are you still not inspired?It’s like you have all the firewood for the cold, but can’t find a match.Don’t you dare go on tinder!You’re just going to get upset no matter how it turns out.And then you’re going to find another reason to go back to verse three.And do all of that again.Much productivity.Facepalm. Have you thought about going for a walk?A nice park.Where the oxygen becomes the ignition to ignite the ingenuity in your imagination.Let’s try something with alliteration.Okay maybe that’s overdone.Great! Now you’re looking at videos of chefs goofing up.Your brain sometimes works like the mouse finger of an FPS gamer.Trigger fast.You’re hungry already.--So we’re spending two hours on a recipe hunt.Forty Videos.Twenty Seven Blogs.Twelve websites kinda stunt.You’re writing it on paper because, goldfish brain.And you’re too scared to take the laptop to the kitchen because Poseidon’s pissed off with you and is hiding in the sink to get some revenge.Suddenly you fall back in your chair.And you open your notes.And you stare at it blankly.There it is! You can’t do it!