I am "worded out,"
after a two-hour class,
and a long day, and a
Migraine that refused to die.

I want to write brilliant things,
but I just don't have it in me.
The words won't come,
and no amount of London Fog tea
will coax them out of the shadows.

So I shall have to be satisfied with this:
An experiential lesson in being human.


This post was created as part of Two Writing Teachers’ March Slice of Life Challenge.

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Karen J. McLean

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  • Either way I enjoyed this piece — it seems appropriate to be short when you are “worded out.”

    We won’t get into the irony of London Fog tea when your brain is foggy.

    Rest well friend.

  • There are days like that. It is great that you at least came to the page a wrote. This was a great reflection on where you are at the moment. Thanks for making the effort to write!

  • I don’t know how I missed this last week, but I did. The benefit to that is seeing you back to a point where I’m confident you’re writing (or thinking) brilliant things some five days later!