Writer’s Block

I had a brilliant idea for a story this morning while half-awake at 3 am. Now I am here in front of the computer. Won't hurt to catch up on news while the coffee's brewing, and then I'll open Word and get started. Mistake. I get so enraged by reading the political headlines that I can feel my jaw clench. I take a few deep breaths and try to relax. Coffee ready, I stare at my blank word document and vainly try to remember my masterpiece. All I can think of is the list of chores for today and wonder if my husband took the car for inspection yesterday as he was supposed to. I decide to fold laundry, the theory being that my mind will soar to great heights while my hands are occupied. Mistake. Someone left a tissue in a pocket and my favorite black sweater is covered in white fuzz. I give up on it for now and decide to check email. Mistake. It's pretty much all spam. I don't dare check Facebook, but it wouldn't hurt to read some celebrity gossip to lighten my mood. Mistake. I jump guiltily when I realize it's been thirty minutes. I switch back to Word. My mind is as blank as the page. Finally, I make a deal with myself. I am not allowed to do anything else until I have put two hundred words, any words, on the page. I take a deep breath, type as rapidly as I can, hit save and walk away. I am not allowed to re-read and pick it apart until tomorrow. I walk away with a light step and my head held high.