Staring at the writing prompts lying on the desk in front of her, the writer’s mind was blank…totally blank. No stories. No paragraphs. No sentences. No words. Not even any letters. Blank…totally blank.
Was this what writer’s block felt like?
The silence in her mind was eerie. None of her imaginary friends, her characters, were whispering to her.
Had she done something to upset them?
Tiptoeing slowly, she explored the dark corridors of her mind, searching in all the dusty corners for any signs of inspiration.
Nothing….
A noise behind her caused her to turn round. It was the sound of a door closing. There were footsteps scurrying through the dark.
Then she spotted it. Inspiration was hurrying back to her along with two new faces. New characters? As they approached, she could hear them chatting animatedly.
When they reached her, she wrapped them in a huge welcoming hug.
Smiling, the writer picked up her pen and began to write.
Coral McCallum 