I stare at the page. Nothing. No new words. Anxiety builds inside of me as I watch the clock. Time is short. My writing goal will be unmet on this particular morning. With a sigh, I consider my three choices:
- continue to stare at the screen a few minutes more and increase my frustration,
- forget it and switch my thinking to work-related matters and live with my frustration, or
- open the Libby app on my phone and listen to my latest fiction read as I begin my other work for the day.
I decide to turn on the Libby app and let the magic of another time and place wash away my frustrations and provide a boost of inspiration.
The next morning I face the blank page once again. Only this time, I see it through different eyes. The frustration is gone and the words begin to flow.
Reading is so much more than a functional skill. It's pure magic.
Until next time,