A castle of sentences

Lately, when I get stuck for words, I imagine I am standing in front of a closed door.

All I need to do to open the door is write one sentence. The sentence may be short or long or awkward or angry or wise.

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that it’s a sentence.

As I step through the door, inside, I find something beautiful,

Or scary, or soothing,

Or boring, or nothing.

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that I note what I find and look for the next door.

I write another sentence,

And that door opens.

And then the next

And then the next

Until…

I open the door that takes me outside.

(Or, I’ve hit my deadline!)

I step back and see,

A castle of sentences.