And still, I don't write

Silliness to combat the creativity saboteurs

My very wise coach, Elizabeth Bohannon (of the substack, Walk With Me) once told me that I approach writing with too much heaviness and that I should play with it. So after almost a month of running away at the sight of my laptop, here is a dose of playfulness.

My dog barks
My baby cries
My toddler throws a fit
And so I don't write

The dishes are dirty
The closet is a sight
My phone pings every second 
And so I don't write

I'm sleepy
I'm itching for a fight
It's 7 '0 clock
And so I don't write

The baby had an earache
Gave me a big fright
The notebook is too clean
And so I don't write

I have a nanny
The room is sunny and bright
My laptop is fully charged
And still, I don't write

My baby daddy 
Takes the kids on a walk 
The dog is sleeping
And still, I don't write

I'm frightened 
The gremlins say I stink
Instagram is calling 
Maybe tomorrow, I will write. 

Any resemblance to Maya Angelou is purely intentional. 

Photo by Cookie the Pom on Unsplash