The morning silence of 3 A.M. is disquieting. It sets me on edge. NCIS: Los Angeles plays quietly in the background as I try to unstop the cork which has caused my writing mojo to quit flowing.
It’s just another day in my wacky neighborhood.
I am not sure what causes me to be so frustrated by silence. Maybe it has to do with silence being a signal of danger in combat. Or perhaps it is simply the nature of silence.
Either way, the silence and the dark won’t last long. The sun will rise again. When it does, the temperature will rise, right along with the humidity. The day will kick off and I will be surrounded by the noise of life being lived.
Still, the writing creativity is not here. I blame it on the trauma. I think I will just keep writing and hope that eventually, I will wear the cork down.
Although, I am slowly approaching my 1,000 post on Freeman’s Front Porch Musings. They haven’t all been great, but my journey as a writer has been a blast. When I created the blog, I never dreamed that I would write a thousand posts for one blog. I figured it was a temporary stop-gap measure to fill some void in my life. However, the more I wrote, the more free I felt.
If Red Bull gives you wings, writing is the key that breaks the shackles on our thoughts and emotions. Or it does for me. These writing exercises will eventually pull the cork off my bottled up emotions and my stories will be unleashed upon the unsuspecting public. Cue my maniacal laugh.
At least I still have my sense of humor.