Around November 15th, a block of dense material dropped on top of my imagination’s path, obscuring any sight. As time went on, the holidays, birthdays and video games happened. As did the discovery of the Amazing Race on Amazon Prime.
As a result, the block stayed and its weight settled it onto my imagination’s ground.
Every time I looked over, the block looked more massive, more settled, more… permanent.
Which led to me feeling a little despondent at the thought.
First it was, okay, after Thanksgiving, I’ll sit and write.
Then it was, okay, after W’s birthday I’ll write.
Then it was, I just got this Madden game and it’s kicking my butt! Gotta beat it.
Soon, it was Gotta go visit Mom and then I’ll be exhausted!
Then it was, okay! New Year’s I’ll start… but I’m so close to all these objectives on Madden!
Last night, Westina asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to play Madden but I should write. So I forced my butt into my chair, bitched about how cold it was there, then started surfing the net.
It wasn’t until two hours later, after Westina and the dogs had gone to bed, after I couldn’t find more articles to read, I started on the next paragraph.
I only finished two paragraphs before sleep called me to bed.
Still, the block is now cracked. Hopefully, I can reduce it to rubble to pave the new path in my imagination.