Writer’s Block on a Sunday Afternoon

The blinking cursor mocks me.
 The blank page stares back at me.
  Pencils remain unsharpened.
   Pens stay capped.

Writer’s Block strikes again.
 Nothing for The Book.
  Nothing for The Blog.
   Nothing for The Class.

Simply Nothing.
 My thoughts combine to static, droning like bees:
  Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Good a time as any to watch Broadchurch: Season Two 
and eat Berry Crunch cereal.