Authors note: This little blog was an assignment for a recent on-line course entitled, “Retreat for the Writer’s Soul” by Melanie Steele. This was a challenge to open ourselves up to our writer essence deep inside and spark our creativity. The task was to write about anything at all for ten minutes and to not over think, over analyze or take ourselves too seriously. This is my 10 minute writing. Enjoy!
The Naughty Pen
Where is that pen? You know, the pen! My favorite pen! How can I write without having that pen? It has the perfect size tip, the perfect blended color of ink. It is the perfect shape in my hand with exactly the right weight to it. I really can’t write without that pen. I just can’t.
Did it fall off the desk? Is it under the desk? Maybe, just maybe, my grandson or my husband picked it up and carried it off. Is it in the family room? Be right back…
It wasn’t there. It wasn’t in the family room or on the dining room table where my hubby sits to pay the bills. What am I going to do? It’s my lucky pen. My favorite pen.
I could drive to the store and buy another one. Yes! That’s what I’ll do. Let’s go. Be right back…
After searching and looking at every single pen in the store, I couldn’t find one just like it. There were black pens and blue ink pens. Pens with big tips and small tips. Pens with gel ink and non-gel ink. But a pen like my favorite pen was not to be found.
Maybe, it fell off my desk into the trash! But wait, David emptied the trash this morning and took it out to the trash can. I can’t believe I’m going to do this, but I have to find that pen! Be right back…
After digging in the trash for a ½ hour, which resulted in now needing a shower, I did not find that pen. You know, I may never write anything again. Without that pen! A shower. Yes, that will clean me up and clear my mind. Be right back…
Guess what! I found it! There I was standing in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower – you know to wash off the garbage gunk – I glanced up in the mirror….and there it was. Stuck above my ear. It was here all along. Right with me while I searched the house, went to the store, and dug through the trash. Naughty pen.
I! Found! It!
Now, to get to that writing.
I wonder where I put my glasses?
Tune in next week to see…will Connie ever get anything written or will she forever be finding excuses?