Writer's Block

I must write, I need to write. This is getting out of hand. My writer's block has got to go. It's presence has been banned. Pen to paper ... write one line, then to the kitchen I head. Coffee perks, that's what I need. Hey ! Did I make the bed? I must write, I need to write. This book is not complete. I stare at paper, I stare at wall, I stare at red polish on feet. Words have always been my friends. We've shared a laugh or two. The page is still a pristine white. Time to pour myself a brew. The minutes tick by and still I see a sheet as white as snow. I try to grasp an elusive thought as they quickly dart to and fro. I must write, I need to write the scenarios in my head but now I'm yawning, put pen away and take myself off to bed ... tomorrow 14/08/2014