Sometimes the words are plentiful,
The scenes wide and easy to spot.
Sometimes the words are trapped,
Prying them open a challenge to continue a plot.
With the word count so low
Do I just let the goal go?
With almost half a month done
Do I just say the Inner Editor won?
Or maybe I just shake it off
And try again later.
The right words, tone, scene
Waiting to emerge even greater.

-notes-

Like another authoress, I wonder where the words went. Granted, the energy’s spent, but at least there was a spark for a drabble or two. Well, there’s always tomorrow.