Creative Atrophy

The following is an entry in Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge.

My fingers hover over the keyboard, poised to burst forth into a flurry of activity, but lacking the necessary impetus to begin. Like a runner’s legs twitching in anticipation of the starting gun, my fingers almost literally itch with the need to stroke the keys and coax words and phrases into existence, mixing metaphors and spreading liberal similes with reckless abandon.

And yet they do not yet move.

The fires burning in my creative mind have grown cold, the coals having gone too long untended. My mental muscles have atrophied and lack the strength to make literary magic.

And yet…

~ by jaekido on October 28, 2013.