When I say writer I am not only talking about the Stephen Kings’ of this world but include the short story writer, novelist and poet. It is often a challenge to understand why we sit for hours before our laptop, journal or computer simply staring.

To the outsider, we are stuck or wasting time. I am sure more than one writer has gotten the advice to ‘walk away’ or ‘take a break.’ No one understands when you can’t. Sometimes, we are not stuck. In truth it may be that we are ‘there’ instead.

We are in a medieval castle; the cool rock walls protect us from intrusion. The tanker of mead feels cold in our hands, the pewter keeping the drink the perfect temperature. We may be with that long lost love, our heart pounding at the sight of them. Perhaps we feel betrayed or exhilarated…we have not decided just yet. We are aware that you can’t tell, but we are hiding behind a dumpster in a dark alley while bullets whiz past us. In our setting a hero is about to emerge, we are sorting out how or when.

It is easy to assume we may be suffering writer’s block; however, there are times we are instead on the threshold of a fantastic story. We are working out the bridge of words that allows you to join us here.