will i run dry?

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They call them creative juices like

It comes from a citrus fruit, peeled and zested,

Squeezed until there’s nothing left.

But really it is infinite, the thoughts and dreams

Of human beings, desperate to be heard.

We’ll go forever with our rambling

Nonsense made for Twitter posts and Facebook brags.

Six thousand thoughts a day to chew

And yet so much is curtailed drivel.

There will be some within 6k, that can be used

Or polished into something bright and edged with light,

So drivel on and on and on, until that light goes dull.

I must admit that sometimes I sit at my laptop and I have no idea what the hell I’m going to write. I literally stare at the screen and I can feel my heart rate go up as I realise that I have nothing, I am boring and uninteresting.

I will turn to Twitter or my WordPress subscriptions and nothing will come to me and I can feel that anxiety gripping me. What it I can never write another word?

But then I remember that the average human has six thousand thoughts a day. I think that my thoughts are worthy of a place on the internet, so even if I write down one of those thoughts a day, I have something.

There are times when I think about what is going on in the news and I have valid opinions, I have a family and I think about them. I have friends and a job and all my thoughts on them can be written down.

So, I end up with a list longer than anything I could write in a whole lifetime. And that is pretty cool; that we can write forever and ever and we’ll literally never run out of things.

I hope that you have a fabulous day creating some of the six thousand things that rattle around your head each day, whether it be in art or writing or music or however else you like to express yourself. Because, if you’re human, you will never run dry.

Much Love

Rachel xx

a little bit on writer’s block

Sitting in my solitary room,

A blank canvas of a cocoon,

Wishing that the walls were daubed with paint

To stimulate the mind, the soul, the heart.

Colours splashed in slapdash ways,

My psyche making stories from the nonsense found,

But that nonsense is my own

And in time others find their own.

So putting pen to paper surely is an answer,

Create a wall of art myself?

Doesn’t matter how it looks or where it flows,

Just start the thing

And others bring the magic to

A wall once plain and grey.

They make the story come to life,

Not you, in your tight cocoon.