Writers Block Cravings

At least once a week I have lunch at Sue’s Cafe in downtown St. Clair. Today, after a little spring cleaning, I knew I wanted to visit again.

The door chimed in the back as I entered, and the smell of baked goods wafted toward me. I stepped through the hall into the light, where empty chairs resided. I had the place to myself. Hemming and hawing over which sandwich to order, I proposed a change to my usual. Moments later, the chef came out, we rearranged two sandwiches to make one delicious hearty bite of chicken breast, sun dried tomato pesto, artichoke and spinach dip goodness. After my first bite, my taste buds were craving another, until I was left licking fingertips, wishing I had more.

I came to write, to catch up on the last few days and add to a novel I am writing. For a while,  I ate in silence. For a while, the music kept my attention on other projects. For a while, I gazed out at the blue-green river current. For a while, I did everything except focus on the novel that has me bound up in writers block.

Now, at the end of my chai tea latte, I am fresh out of thoughts, I mise well be having a stare down with a wall.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s