Written by Rhonda Stock
It's interesting sitting and waiting. You are trapped in that spot until your name is called, suddenly a captive of time to do nothing.
People never have enough minutes in a day to do what they want to do. Writers especially are always looking for time to write. So why is it that when you are forced into sitting and waiting with a pen and paper in hand, the paper stares back at you. Blankly. The pen hovers but is afraid to touch down.
Yet when you should be working or sleeping or driving, the thoughts and storylines flow like a raging river. Maybe it's the doctor's office distractions - people talking in low tones, coughing, music, phones. But still the thoughts flow when you are in a busy room with your hands full and no pen or paper.
It's ironic that now, while waiting, I am writing about the inability to write.