For the next 2 weeks, I will be straying from my typical form of writing by participating in a 16 day writing prompt assignment. This is day 1 of 16. I welcome your comments and critiques. Thank you and enjoy!
It’s time for you and Writer’s Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer’s Block, starting out with, “Dear Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me…”
Dear Writer’s Block,
It’s not you, it’s me. I let you into my life, albeit unwillingly, but I let you in just the same. And you take advantage. I’m not really one for advantage taking, so I believe it is time we part ways.
I know we have been together for quite some time now and have begun to build a history. Unfortunately, we are less like Brad and Angie and more like JFK and Marilyn. Correct me if I’m wrong, but that didn’t end so well, did it?
This is not easy for me (yes it is). But the sleepless nights, the blank paper, the smell of burnt toast escaping from my earholes — it’s all just too much. My sanity eludes me. And I miss the writer’s cramp in my left forefinger. Basically, I am choosing cramps over you. That should say it all. Not to be crass, but do you get my point?
Don’t be sad. I have this deep-seated feeling that we will meet again. Just do me a favor? Can you wait a bit before you come knocking on my door? Allow me to recoup some of my treasured brain cells? In other words, if the smoke detector isn’t going off, the coast may be clear. But be gentle and don’t linger. I wish you peace. Sort of. Actually, no I don’t. You suck.
Most Sincerely Not Yours,
The Chick Who Wants Her Brain Back