Dear, Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me.
We had a good thing going there for a while. We used to laugh together, cry together, and sometimes we would go on adventures, which, as you’d remember, weren’t very fruitful. I don’t want to make it sound like all of that was your fault. I know I was a bit of an enabler. Some days, I’d curl up and watch Netflix while my laptop would lay open, waiting for me to hammer out the next chapter of my sequel that has been two years in the making. Remember those days, Writer’s Block? We used to get through 1700 words a day together. Hell, we finished a novel together, but one day things went sour. Some would say it was because of that lady who said my spelling was atrocious, but we shouldn’t dwell on the past.
Two weeks ago, I finally finished more than one chapter on a novel. I’d love to pretend it was just to fulfill a longing for nostalgia, but we both know that isn’t the case. I missed the satisfaction of truly completing a literary journey and you know that as long as you exist in my life, I will never be able to raise the child you and I fought so hard to bring to this world.
So, today, I want to say that I feel free to let you go. Our better days are behind us and I know that they are never coming back. It won’t hurt my feelings if you move on quickly. I hear Stephanie Meyer and Chuck Palahniuk are single. It’d please me greatly if you went on a few dates with them.
I love you, Writer’s Block, but I am not in love with you.
Thomas William Shaw
(Prompt from Publisher's Weekly)
Thomas William Shaw is an author and stage actor from Birmingham, AL. He lives with his wife, Lauren, their children, and their cats in a quiet place. Occasionally he will post about it.