The writer’s block was back again.
As a frustrated writer I looked at it,
as it sat in my chair, as if it owned the place.

‘Get out of my chair!’ I ordered.

‘Nope! I ain’t moving. I like this chair…
it’s your favourite. Well, now it’s mine…’

Then, as a writer, I began to think of a solution…

‘You do realise that I’m just a nobody in the
grand scheme of things? Well, why not find a
famous writer instead? Why not sit in his chair?
He’s probably richer and can afford a really fancy
chair. Real leather, not fake leather and one with
wide arm rests, too. Flat ones you could put a cup
of coffee on. Room for a few remote controls as
well. Doesn’t that make you feel somewhat like a
loser missing out on the really comfortable chairs
out there? Why bother me? I’m just learning to
write. I’m no challenge at all.’

Then the writer’s block looked up, a bit startled to
think it could be much better off somewhere else.
Perhaps Hawaii or Australia. Forget the coffee, how
about champagne!?  The smell of a new leather chair…
Sunshine filling the room. Perhaps with the upbeat
fragrance of roses from well-placed vases… and a
famous writer to drive round the bend… Then it
smiled with growing evil intentions… and all at
once, it disappeared!  It was GORN!

And guess what… it NEVER came back!


Denis Martindale April 2018.