She would write
The idea of simply sitting down to pound out some words seemed so simple. She’d won the prize of free time; it was an honor, what other choice did she have? So even though she hadn’t written in over fifteen years, she would do it; she would sit down and pound out those words. Even if it killed her. Ok, so it wouldn’t kill her, that was a little dramatic. But it wouldn’t be easy, and easy had been the way of it for the last fifteen years. After all, it is easy to stop putting in the time. Kind of like stopping to exercise. Instead of going to the gym or picking up that dumbbell, all you have to do is not. Simple. The same was true for writing; not doing it was simple, it was the doing that was hard. To start meant she had to have something to say, something to contribute. And well, let's face it, if a person hadn’t said or thought about saying anything for fifteen years, how would they go about starting now?
But today was the day; today would mark the moment in time when she would open her mouth or press the keys actually, and speak. She would shout, she would whine, she would scream…. But about what? That she still hadn’t figured out. She still saw this as a problem. This, even after two hundred and thirty-six words, was the blockage that would dam up her flow; it would hold her back, would keep her from letting her voice be heard or read, I should say.
Determined, she wouldn’t let it stop her; she would dig deep, find something from her day or maybe the past fifteen years, and wield it into a blade of motivation, a knife of action. Now, that knife could cut, slice, stab into the hearts and minds of men, women, and children. It would dredge up meaning and purpose; it would slay the dragons and inspire hope. It would be the sword in the stone, her destiny, her aim. Like a point of direct timing and explanation. She would be the charge, the start, the purpose. She would be the explanation, and all questions would halt at the pounding of her keys. She would roar, and laugh, and holler. Her voice would ring throughout the earth into the universe, finding its place beyond time. It would live forever, immortal and undying. Her voice would move not only her but others. Her words would evoke and invoke whichever suited.
