As in failing to move forward. Failing to make visible progress.
Stuck. As if plastered to the spot.
Willing and unable to pull the lever, unlock the lock, or do whatever that thing is you do to start something rolling.
Scrolling through social media, clicking and stabbing at so much emptiness. Pausing occasionally to say please and thank you and hmph.
Release. My release when it comes
will be sudden and unexpected as if it had been there the whole time and saying, “what do you mean you were stuck?”
This is no way to approach writing a substantive piece of work that people should read and congratulate me on.
No way at all. Stuck.
Creativity on hold. Backed up communication channels. System blockage.
Remembering: No one is waiting up late for this.
There is no stop watch running.
Tomorrow is another day.
And I am.