Can you picture this... ?

Can you picture an isolated white, sandy beach adorned with sporadic long greenery sprouting out of the ground and a few large boulders for you to kick back and relax? You flick your shoes off to dig your toes into the sand then slowly lift as the granules seep between your toes. The smell of the ocean and its voice expressing a calm summer morning close your eyes for a few moments before opening.

Your warm feet sink into the cool sand walking towards the waves for a more private conversation. The heaviness of passed days no longer exists as your body gently lowers to the moist shore. Your eyes lookout onto an endless mirror while listening to the stillness around you. Shy smile inches its way on display as you reflect on how much heartache and happiness brought you to this point. A point where life as a whole leaves you content and regrets fade with every lesson learned. So you sit with your eyes closed, a smile on your face, wondering if everyone else is as happy as you at this moment.

Can you picture this in your mind? If so, that’s how I feel when I write to you. I’m comforted knowing you’re here, content that you keep coming back, and wondering what effect my words have on you.

I wrote this yesterday from a prompt.

Have a white, sandy beach day!

Writer's Block

It would be nice to knock on the door of Writer’s Block, enter and party with the muse. For me, Writer’s Block not only locked me out but padlocked the door. Maybe a little coddling would have sufficed. There are a plethora of prompts and ideas on the internet and in life, yet something needs to press the trigger for me to even consider it. So far, nothings pressed my trigger… well, nothing writerly anyways. *winks*

The best prompts for me are one liners or phrases. Setting up a scene then asking me to finish it freezes my thought process. A recent example that let my muse get in touch with her emotions was a prompt from The Writer’s Block – Beating the Block section. One of the administrators posted a bunch of one liners and one turned into a poem, A Soldier’s Wish, which I submitted for possible publication.

I wish this blog post offered how to overcome Writer’s Block, or convince me I don’t have it. Instead, I posted about Writer’s Block to reach out to you for a plate of prompts. If you can’t come up with anything then leave a hello with a comment about who you’d like to see on the other side of this door. I'd like to see the Love of my Life behind this door.

Take care and have a safe and happy week.