Writer’s Doldrums

Inside the creative mind is a sea of possibilities.

I have, at present, hit the red line that has sucked the wind from my sails.

Like the belt around Earth 5 degrees south and north of the equator, where a sailboat is about as useful as a car without gas, my brain sits on hold.  It waits for the perfect storm of churning brain and coherent thought needed to create a hurricane of ideas.  

Yes, my writer’s mind is stranded in a sea without the slightest breeze of creativity to propel it forward, useful only for writing reports that no one wants to read.

Have I mentioned my fear of boats?  No?  

My worst nightmare.

There are some things in life that duct tape can’t fix.