The deadline is too soon. And still I sit at my desk surrounded by books, pen and writing pads. A cup of tepid tea is beside me. The notes I have made in the past couple of weeks are copious. Thoughts scribbled down as they tumbled into my fogged-filled mind remain in limbo.
Topics to ponder over? Topics of interest? Informative literature? No, none of these can release me from my writer’s block. I have spent most of the time staring into space or praying for that button of spiritual creativity to be magically (blessedly?) switched on.
Today, however, seems a little different. Sitting at my desk, I am staring out of the window as opposed to staring into space. The morning mist and chill have lifted. Sunshine streams in caressing me and warming the room.