Some days it comes to me quickly,
spontaneously; some days I have
to wait; then there are those days
nothing arrives. That’s the way it
happens when you write.
Today, I told myself I would wait
for as long as it takes. I am sometimes
an impatient man. I hate to wait.
Some things I want now. Even having
to wait for the not so pleasant things
is a burden for me and my ADD
personality.
While waiting for a doctor’s or
dentist appointment I try whiling
the time away by perusing old
outdated magazines or studying
the faces of other patients waiting
like me to be seen. The anticipation
is just too great.
Even anticipating the arrival of
a friend or family is a nerve-bending,
hand-wringing event. Seems as if we
spend much of our lives waiting.
Sometimes the waiting pays off;
sometimes waiting turns out to be
a sheer waste of time.
Waiting for the Muse to strike you
with an idea worth writing is akin to
watching and waiting for as they say,
paint to dry or water to boil. There
are times when one gives in and has
to move on. As for me personally,
when committed, I’ve always tried
to be on time, having empathy for
others who may also hate waiting
as much as I.
It is also said, good things come to
those who wait. I decided to get
started on this piece about waiting
while I was tired of waiting. Turns
out some days the Muse works in
mysterious ways.
This may not be the wonderment
of artistry that I had hoped for, but
it beats the hell out of waiting while
staring aimlessly and endlessly at the
cursed blank page in front of me.
-30-
Chris Hanch 2-22-2022
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