For the past six months, I have had an illness—blessedly not contagious—called writer’s block. But just now, as I so begrudgingly drug my butt into the prophetic Writer’s Seat, I realized something.
I don’t have writer’s block.
I am afraid.
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Me And My Words
There was this boy I knew once.
Well, knew was an understatement. For lack of better words, I may even say I had fallen for him.
On the morning of Halloween, he disclosed that he didn’t reciprocate my googoo-eyes. His reason being? That my being a writer was a turn-off.
Irony amuses me, which is why I chose to write about him now. *
But this post isn’t about crushes past. **
I’m a Jokeaholic
“Hi, my name’s Rebekah Koontz, and I’m a Jokaholic.”
“Hi Rebekah…”
“I don’t know how this came about—my…habit. I just can’t help it. But I guess that’s what they all say.” I look around the room. “We all say.”
The group stares at their shoes and nods.
