Writer's Block

WRITER'S BLOCK
for Joy, who helped me with this blogskin.

I am sitting here at the computer, tapping the keyboard industriously, only to have the words wiped out due to the lack of creativity and increasing sleepiness.


I am distracted by several things: the blinkblinkblink of that irritating line which appears after every typed word; the horribly sung Christmas carols over the radio; my now dead MSN conversation {the unseen; seems to be offline}.


I start to daydream.


It is raining.
{Heavily.}
When I came back from buying apple pies just now, I accidentally stepped in a puddle of water.
My new Rockport shoes are now soaked.
I wonder if the leather will crack.


I cannot think.
Christmas is around the corner, and the panic level is getting higher and higher.
I have only bought two Christmas presents so far.
How about you?


I'm surrounded by darkness.
Somehow, I seem to associate it with Happy Feet.
Is it due to their Midnight Black coats,
or perhaps the sea of black the theatre seems to be bobbing up and down in when the movie finally starts?


Writer's Block.
No Panadol can cure it.


Oh, hang on a moment.
I've written something.