Saturday, April 26, 2014

Writer’s block

A to Z Challenge

Day 23: W is for Writer's Block or how my inner critic works

When the clouds had left, Sharon stood watching the sun rise over her blank garden. The final page of her book lay in front of her. Does he really love me, she thought. She spoke out loud to no one in particular: I really must get dressed today. There is no need for this panic. Why did I think today would be any better? I wish I could turn back the clock. Sharon felt herself sinking and remembered her promise to her therapist to write down her daily motivation --anything that helped her to stay focused would be better that sitting at her counter, staring in the yard hoping anyone would call. She would read that final page of the mystery book and then get dressed. Am I crazy? she wondered for the 100th time that morning.