I have about as much interest in writing today as my dog has in going out to find new fleas.
Don’t get me wrong. I love to write. There are few places better in the world than The Writing Zone. I try to spend as much time there as possible. It’s my Happy Place.
But getting into The Writing Zone can be pure torture. Especially since it has a roadblock the size of Mount Rainier and guards. Not normal guards either. These are mean, crotchety, and excessively hateful. They don’t take breaks, but they do take great pleasure in keeping me out of The Zone.
I’m persistent, so I usually manage to get past the beasts. Sometimes I tiptoe past, and other times I borrow a steamroller and plow my way through. It depends on my mood.
But I long for the Easy Entry Days when I skip right past the barricade and frolic for hours in blissful writing.
There’s nothing like being in the zone of getting into The Zone.