When I sat down to write fifteen minutes later, my head seemed empty. The images had faded and writer’s block developed. This was not a unique occurrence.  I’ve dealt withthis problem before. I would just start writing about my frustration and that was usually enough to get going.

Unfortunately, a pounding headache was forming and I was having difficulty thinking clearly.

I sat in silence for a few minutes. I let the breeze from the kitchen window brush my cheeks as some children played outside.

I opened my eyes and looked at the blank page. My head was still pounding. It became clear that now was not the time to write.

I stood up, closed the notebook and pushed in the kitchen chair under the table.

As I laid down to sleep that night, my head was still pounding. Yet, I was convinced that tomorrow would bring a new opportunity to write.