Woolgathering
Facing the empty white page... a one minute prose-poem
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That white page is staring back at me today. It’s empty, but I’m not concerned.
You see, I already have the words. I have a lot of small words, like yet or why. I have smart words, like heretical, felicitous, dissuaded. I know some exotic words, too, like ailurophobe and anserine My collection also includes mellifluous words, like dalliance, panoply, eloquent. When it comes to words, I am ready to go.
And I know an idea will come to me as I drowse on the sun-porch this afternoon, muzzy-headed, half-dreaming. And my words will find their place, around and through, in and out, until a story weaves itself to life. That’s how it works.
And I know it’s true, because I’ve been around the writers' block a time or two.
Thank you to
for giving me the last line here as a writing prompt. Why not head over to in Porter Gulch and have a look at her shiny new Substack. It is going to be fun. Gophers are $1 each. (They pay YOU.)
Oooh how I love these words. Anserine. I had to Google that. How delightful.
One of my favourites along a similar line is pavonine.
And so true, the words are there, they often just need to settle into place.
.. ‘writer’s block ? Oh ! Algorithm being ‘mean to you ?🦎🏴☠️ (takin zero prisoners again today.. eh !