A pen travels across the page, swirling and looping, skipping and then stopping suddenly to exclaim, “Oh my! I believe I’ve forgotten what to write next!”
I freeze, surprised my common ink pen has spoken words, real words. Has the constant lack of sleep penetrated that far into my psyche that I now hear Mickey Mouse voices coming from my pen? At least they don’t sound like Donald Duck. I never liked him too much, anyway.
“Aw shucks! You’re not crazy!” the pen interrupts my thoughts to say. “I like to be creative, too, you know. Your writing is just as much mine as it is yours, but gosh darn it, I’ve drawn a blank – er, I mean, I haven’t drawn a thing, really, since I can’t think of what to ink next.”
He stares at the half-finished page of my (our?) notebook and sighs.
“Sometimes, it comes so easy…but other days, it feels like wet cement is being dumped in my head, and there’s simply no room for another thought or word.”
I nod sympathetically. Oh wow, am I commiserating with my pen? I might be nuttier than I previously thought!
“You’re not nutty!” the pen interjects. “Maybe tired and overwhelmed sometimes, but not insane, demented, stupid, or anything that is incapable of expressing a coherent thought. You’re obviously aware I’m having a conversation with you, which in itself proves you’re self-aware.”
Maybe too self-aware, if I can talk to pens, but that is a thought to resolve at another time. How can I help this pen get back on its feet and play across the crisp, white page like it used to do?
“Have you got any coffee?” the Mickey Mouse voice asks. “Sometimes that helps. Or maybe if you take me for a walk or run? I’m an excellent cleaner, too – scrubbing bathtubs might get my juices flowing again.”
Those all sound like distractions, if you ask me. I scratch my head for a moment and think about what works for me when the words have escaped my cluttered head and sought refuge in their impish games of hide-and-seek.
I’ve got it! I have an idea to jolt your brain, er, whatever helps you think and write. What if I simply move you across the page, this way and that? Perhaps I can help you along. We could draw a line together, or a circle, even a square! Or a star? Do you like stars?
And as I explain my idea, I lift the pen and rapidly cross him across the page, helping him ink long black lines and short curly-Qs, stars and flowers, pictures of words that are easy to draw.
Then suddenly the stem of a flower evolves into the root of a word, and before my eyes, I watch in wonder as my pen feels inspired to write again!
– Written by Miss A on December 13, 2011