Writing the Write Words

The search, the spider's web, and the much-needed break

"...find the

right words?" I tell myself.

I search for them

throughout

the

Internet.

Entering the net,

as though

I am

a fly

caught

on the web

of a spider's

nest.

I stay calm

as though

the spider

is staring directly into me.

I must stay calm

and

look for what I need

at this exact moment.

" No distractions.

None at all.

No distractions."

I tell myself.

I search for

tips

from a writing course.

I search for

underground

secrets from writing experts,

who can cook up

any idea

in their heads

as if

they were

writing chefs.

"This is probably taking too much time." I tell myself.

I can feel the spider

crawling towards me,

it's web

tingling

through my body.

The main course

meal is me,

and

the chef

is the spider

to be.

I pull back,

take my hands off the web,

before

I feel an attack

from

the

Internet.

I take a deep breath,

finally

it

is a sign

of

relief.

I can

finally

think.

"A break

was all I needed, but

not just any break.

A

break

though

the block

that has been

placing itself

above

me."

I tell myself.