(A tribute to all writers who struggle through constant writer’s block)
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (our Blogmother!)
by Miles H. Rost
Mug of coffee? Check.
Scratch paper and plenty of 0.5 HB lead sharps? Check.
Typewriter ribbon changed? Check.
Circuit breaker off, lamps on? Check.
He was ready. Nothing could distract him, and nothing could get him down. He was going to write and that was that. He put his fingers on the keyboard and breathed.
And he breathed again.
3 hours later, he was still breathing. Not a single word typed.
He removed his hands from the keyboard and sighed.
“There goes my day…”
Music and Fiction 
He set the mood, and still nothing flowed, yet the smell of coffee should have worked. 🙂
That’s how I feel at the moment. 🙂 Good story.
And he didn’t even have Twitter to distract him…
Yes, it’s hard sometimes, I agree. But tomorrow is another day 🙂
Nice take on the prompt. Hard to believe the mood lighting didn’t work.
I would seat myself in a noisy cafeteria instead… silence never created anything
LOL … have you been peaking into my writing space?
I fear I’ve had those moments. Nicely described …
Isadora 😎