Welcome to the Spot Writers. This month’s prompt was created using a random generator. Use these five words in a writing: suntan, paint, waterfall, inflation, exposure.
This week story comes from Chiara. Chiara is currently quarantined in Berlin, Germany, and doing her best to catch up with semi-abandoned writing projects.
“Inspiration” by Chiara De Giorgi
You’ve probably heard of the “writer’s block” before. I’ve never suffered from it. Not one time. My inspiration is always sharp and present, come rain or shine.
Except the one time when it was not.
It was a supremely unusual feeling, and a supremely annoying one too. Where had my inspiration gone? Why play hide and seek then, of all times?
I had acquired a lovely cabin in the woods, facing a waterfall. Since it needed refurbishing, I had bought three cans of paint and spent an enjoyable three days painting it anew, inside and out. I hanged laced curtains at the small windows, threw knitted blankets and pillows on the sofa, put a brightly colored, woolen carpet on the floor. I spent the days on the porch and gained a perfect suntan. With no exposure to the media I forgot everything about elections, economy, inflation, and other equally worrisome news from the outside world.
One night I talked to the fire that was crackling in the fireplace. I was cradling a glass, half full with red wine, and moaned. “Where is my inspiration hiding?” I asked.
“It was never yours”, the fire replied.
Since the half full glass was my fourth, the fire talking didn’t bother me in the least. “How do you mean?” I asked.
“Inspiration is a free creature, a living creature. She goes where she wants, not where she’s wanted – or needed, for that matter. You may try and call on her, though. What do you want her for?”
“I’m not sure”, I confessed. “I guess I’m just waiting for her to come to me.”
“And why would she?”
“I don’t know. She’s done that before.”
“Maybe you’ve done something to upset her and now she’s eluding you.”
“Maybe. I’ve no idea, though. But I don’t think so.”
“Maybe you don’t need her, then.”
“Of course I need her! How can I write, without her?”
The fire crackled a bit, before answering.
“Do you remember what the world is like, outside this cabin?”
I grimaced. “I try not to. So many problems.”
“Exactly. And how is it here?”
I smiled. “It’s great! I wake up every day to the smell of pine and the sound of birds chirping and water falling. I love every minute of my days here.”
“So, maybe the people out there need inspiration more than you do. Don’t you agree?”
“Maybe…” I whispered, unconvinced. “But what about me? How will I write again?”
“Well”, crackled the fire, “I guess you’ll have to make a choice. Stay here and live in your dream world, or go back and write about it.”
I pondered its words for a couple of seconds, then gulped the rest of the wine. I didn’t answer.
“So: which one will you choose?”
The Spot Writers—Our Members:
Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com
Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/