|Alex Cavanaugh, Misha Gericke and Joylene Nowell Butler|
Once there was a writer who woke to find that she had no more stories in her head. Imagine the feeling of suddenly not having characters stomping around, demanding to be described, demanding to be given dialog, demanding their “story” be set down. The horror of it all made this author sink into an insecure despair unlike anything she’d every experienced.
As she sulked and cried and then hid behind her desk, a small voice called to her–actually it was a radio talk show host, and he was telling about a profoundly wise recluse who had recently reached out to the world from his mountain retreat, beckoning all insecure writers to him. He claimed to have the cure for their malady.
Off she went, laptop under her arm, so she could take notes. Perhaps this sage would end her terrible story drought. She climbed and climbed the narrow, winding path to his door. When she knocked, the door swung open into an empty room. Where had the sage gone?
She stepped inside, calling, but there was no answer. On the single table in the room she spied a small piece of paper. Trembling with the fear that he had left without imparting the knowledge she craved, she picked up the paper and read.
“Get over it. And while you’re here, this place could use some dusting.”
Hope you’ll visit some of the others who are in this Group. The list is long and varied. I won’t be posting tomorrow due to some serious over-booking. See you next week.