Paper Igloo

​I'm stuck in the middle of a blizzard.  All I see before me is a bright nothingness.  A cursor flashes...Morse code.  I'm confused on what the message reads.  SOS, help, send me a working GPS?  Does anyone know, if in fact, a cursor has the ability to navigate a writer through a blank-page-sort of blizzard?  Brain fog, writer's block...snap me awake, give me a shock.
 
The wind is blowing.  The overhead fan is set on high speed with dehumidifiers adding to the artificial gusts.  If I had a bit of actual snow I would build an igloo.  Could I use wadded paper from the extra copies of my last manuscript?  Maybe with the aid of a garbage compactor I might improvise with recyclable bricks.  I should build a fire too, except I'd burn down my house.  Not such a good idea.  I'll just accept a bit of imagination and a pile of flashlights instead. 
 
It's been two weeks since I've posted a blog.  That is a huge no-no because I'm committed to this project.  You may be wondering what happened.  Okay, fair enough. My son needed my undivided attention.  Sorry everyone, family comes before writing...family comes before everything.
 
The ice melted and we were able to cross the highway to the other side.  The sun did come out tomorrow and there is a bit of calm this week.  Thank goodness...bet your bottom dollar too!
 
I'm trying to decide on a writing project to carry me through winter.  I have two stories out there which could invite a second book...I have many stories in here, that may need to be told as a first.  Should I spin the wheel and see where it lands?  And the winner is...
 
Cursor blinking...Morse code...that's all I have.  Try again, tilt, snow day, creative flat-line, call your mother, take the dog for a walk, count the paperclips in the jar, dismantle the home phone, bake something chocolate, detail the car, or, or...take a nap.  The wheel has screeched to a halt as the story goes white.
 
Until next time,
 
~Trixie Archer