The rest is still unwritten

I'm a writer, but not much of a blogger. I write for a living, but lately, I can't seem to write for pleasure. I am in a rut. In fact I have been in one for a long time now. What it would take for me to claw myself out of this deep rut, I don't know yet.

Well, writers are pretty much like artists, so I guess what I need is inspiration. Where to look for it, alas, is a question with no answer in sight. If only inspiration comes in a bottle or a capsule, or if only one can go to a 'literary doctor' who can write up a prescription to cure the mental block malady, or if only a writer can snatch up a bag o' inspiration from the store shelves...

It's such a depressing way to welcome you to my blog, but please don't let my dreary welcome scare you off. This just goes to show you that I am human, every 5'1" inch of me, prone to the rise and fall of human madness. From this blog, I intend to share- from one human to another- that the rest of our lives remain unwritten, no matter how desolate some days may be.


Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten...