Writer’s Block

“I am literally at a loss for words,” Jon said to his editor over the phone. “This stuff usually comes naturally for me, but I can’t seem to focus.”

“It’s probably just a phase you’ve going through,” Jeremy said, trying to reassure Jon. “Maybe you need a break for a few days in order to, you know, clear your head.”

“A break?” Jon said. “I’ve committed to having this manuscript done by the end of the year. I can’t just pack up and go.”

“Listen, Jon,” Jeremy said, “I’ve worked with a number of writers who hit a wall at this point in the writing process, and I can assure you that even a short break is just what the doctor ordered. And I know the perfect spot. It’s my rustic cabin near Yosemite. If you hit the road now, you can be there in two hours. I was just there last weekend and there’s plenty of beer and food in the fridge, and coffee in the pantry.”

“I don’t know,” Jon said.

“Dammit, Jon,” Jeremy said. “Just go for a few days and clear your head. As your editor, I promise, it will do you a world of good. When you come back your muse will be with you again.”

Jon sighed. “Fine, text me the directions to the place.”


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (loss), Word of the Day Challenge (naturally), The Daily Spur (focus), Your Daily Word Prompt (phase), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (spot), and My Vivid Blog (road).

#WDYS — The Best of Both Worlds

My wife wanted a quaint cottage on the water.

I wanted a rustic cabin in the mountains.

Then we found this place.

It was the best of both worlds.

It fulfilled our hopes and dreams.

And made us both very happy.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Pixabay.

#WDYS — To Grandma’s House We Go

“Where are we going, Momma?” Doris asked.

“Where going to Grandma’s house, sweetie,” Alyse responded.

“We usually drive to Grandma’s house, Momma. Why are we walking through the forest?” Doris asked.

“This time we’re going over the river and through the woods,” Alyse said. “It’s located very deep in the forest. Isn’t it beautiful here with the rays of the sun peeking through the branches of the trees.”

Doris looked around. “Yes, but the sun seems to be setting. Will we get there before it gets dark? I’m afraid of the dark.”

“Oh yes, sweetie,” Doris’ mother answered. “And once we get there, Grandma will be ready to have us for dinner.” She smiled down at her little girl, but the smile was different from her mother’s usual warm smile. It looked almost sinister to young Doris.

“Momma, are we going to a different house than the one we always go to when we visit Grandma?” Doris was feeling worried.

“You’ll see, sweetie.”

In a little while, just as the sun set, Doris and her mother arrived at a cabin. Alyse knocked on the door and an old woman, one Doris had never seen before, answered. Alyse grabbed Doris’ hand and pulled her inside.

“Hello, Doris,” the woman said. Doris smelled the old woman’s bad breath, saw her yellowish eyes, and her large brown teeth. “Come into the kitchen, my dear. Now that you’ve arrive, we can start cooking dinner.”

Doris looked up at her mother, whose appearance seemed to have changed since they arrived at Grandma’s. Her eyes were also yellowish, her teeth were brown. Doris backed away. “Come Doris, let’s help Grandma fix dinner,” Alyse said.

Tears started flowing down Doris’ cheeks. “What is Grandma fixing for dinner?” She asked.

Both her mother and her grandma had transformed fully into ugly witches. “Oh sweetie, it’s not ‘what,’ but ‘who,’” the two women cackled.


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. photo credit: James Wheeler @ Unsplash.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Fogged In

“I’m so bummed out,” Beth complained as she sat at a table in the lodge drinking her hot toddy. “How long have we planned this ski trip and look what happens. Seems the only luck we have these days is bad luck.”

“I know, babe,” Aaron said, taking a sip from his Irish coffee mug. “Our timing really sucks. I can’t believe that they closed all of the trails and shut down the lifts just because of a little fog.”

“Well, it’s not just a little fog, sweetie,” Beth said. “It’s like pea soup out there. You can’t see a foot in front of your face. It would be dangerous to try to ski in these conditions.”

“Yeah, I know,” Aaron admitted. “But we spent a bundle on this trip and because of this thick fog that has settled over the entire resort area, we can’t take advantage of the world-class slopes and the majestic views. And who knows when, or even if, we’ll be able to get back here.”

“We’ll just have to make the best of a bad situation,” Beth said, flashing an amorous smile at her fiancé.

Aaron grinned and playfully said, “Well, my dear, do you have anything specific in mind?”

“Why don’t we walk back to our cabin,” Beth said, “We can throw some logs into the fireplace, get comfy, and see if we can figure out a way to, um, lift the fog, if you get my drift.”

“Oh, I get your drift, all right,” Aaron said. He quickly finished his Irish coffee, paid the tab, grabbed Beth’s hand, and said, “You know, I’m starting to feel a whole lot better about being fogged in.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Luca Nardone on Pexels.com.

Thursday Inspiration — The Call

The office Christmas party last December was in full swing and it was the bomb. Everyone was feeling quite jolly (another way of saying drunk) and some interesting goings on were taking place. Like when Janice, my boss’ wife, took her pen and wrote her phone number on the palm of my hand, placed her hand between my legs, squeezed hard, whispered “call me,” in my ear, and then left the party with her husband.

She was married to my boss, for crissake, but after her impetuous act at the Christmas party, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I was unable to discount the erotic feelings that this stunning woman stirred when she grabbed my crotch and squeezed.

I put my better judgment aside and called her. She seemed thrilled to hear from me and suggested that we meet at a cabin in the country that she and her husband owned. She told me to meet her there on a workday, so that her husband — my boss — would be at work.

I called in sick the next day, drove for two hours to the remote cabin, which was a model of rustic simplicity, and was greeted at the door by Janice, who was wearing an incredibly shear and sexy negligee. What transpired for the next six hours was almost indescribable. Before I left the cabin late in the afternoon, I asked Janice when I could see her again. Her answer surprised me.

“Every year for Christmas, my husband and I give ourselves the gift of freedom to have sex with someone else,” Janice explained. “This year, I chose you, and you were an awesome choice. But I love my husband and he loves me, so this incredible assignation we had won’t happen again until next Christmas.”

It’s been almost a year since that remarkable day with Janice at the cabin. I have been eagerly awaiting this year’s company Christmas party so that I could see Janice again and we could arrange for a repeat performance. So you can imagine my chagrin when the company announced that it was going to cancel this year’s Christmas party due to the pandemic. I was devastated.

But then I received a call from Janice. She asked if I’d been tested for COVID. I told her that I had and that it was negative. She said, “Me too. How about if you call in sick tomorrow and meet me at the cabin?”

It’s going to be a Merry Christmas after all!


Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “call.” Also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (bomb), Your Daily Word Prompt (jolly), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (impetuous), The Daily Spur (discount), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rustic simplicity, and MMA Storytime (cancel).