Overcoming
Obstacles
Colin
sat staring at the cursor blinking in the word processing program. Mocking him
and his inability to write words. Colin hated writer’s block. Hated it with a
passion. He was a writer, dammit. He should be able to overcome this.
“Honey,
I’m home.”
Despite
his frustration, Colin couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his boyfriend
coming home from work.
“I’m
in the office.”
Mark
walked through the doorway a second later, still looking as hot as ever in his
black business suit. His hair was still slick from the hair gel he insisted on
wearing, but it did nothing to damper his natural beauty.
“Hey
babe,” he said with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his blue eyes.
“Hi.”
Mark
walked over and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the lips. Colin gave a soft sigh
at the gentleness of the kiss.
“How
was your day?”
Colin
groaned at his boyfriend’s question, as it brought back all the horrors of the
day.
“That
bad?”
Without
replying, Colin turned his laptop screen so his man could read the words on the
page.
“It
was a dark and stormy night,” Mark read from the page. “Isn’t that the first
line of a novel already?”
“Yes,”
Colin groaned out in frustration. “But I can’t think of anything. I’ve been
staring at the damn screen for the last three hours, trying to come up with something,
but I can’t.”
“You’re
trying too hard.”
“I
know. But there’s a story in my head and I want to write it. I just can’t
figure out how to start it.”
“Come
with me.”
“What?”
“Come.
With. Me.”
Skeptical,
Colin took Mark’s hand. Mark silently led him out of the house and outside.
Colin had to squint against the brightness of the sun as they stepped onto the
wooden porch the surrounded the front part of their colonial house.
“Mark.
What are we doing outside?”
“You
need a break. Something away from a computer screen. So we’re taking a walk.”
Colin
was skeptical as Mark led him down their sidewalk. He really hated being
outdoors and he had to get some work done. But Colin had learn in their five
years together that when Mark was as determined to do something as he was now,
it was best just to go along with it.
Slowly,
they walked through the town, still hand in hand. Colin found that it was a
nice walk, but he couldn’t get his mind off work. He needed to get back to
writing.
Finally,
Mark led him to the large park in the middle of their town.
“You
brought me to a park.”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
Mark
got a sly grin on his face before letting go of Colin’s hand and racing down
the path. Colin stood shell-shocked for a minute, not knowing what was going
on.
Mark
must have got the feeling that he wasn’t being chased, because after he ran
about fifty feet, he slowed down and turned around.
“Well,
are you going to chase me or what?”
“Why
would I do that?”
“Because
it’s fun.” With that simple explanation, Mark turned and started running again.
Colin
thought for a minute before shrugging his shoulders and running. They weren’t
going to be leaving until Mark got his way so he might has well play along. Colin
took off running. Mark must have heard him take off after him, because he sped
up.
Colin
lost track of how long he followed his boyfriend around the park. He caught
Mark a couple of times, but Mark would just give him a quick peck on the lips
before running again. They ran on the path most of the times, but every once in
a while Mark would veer off into the grass, ducking around trees to avoid
Colin.
Finally,
Colin couldn’t run anymore. He sunk onto a bench, Mark smiling at him about ten
feet away. He was waiting to see if Colin could keep going. When he realized
Colin was done, Mark came over to the bench and sat down next to him.
“So
what was that,” Colin asked once he had his breath back.
“What?”
“Why
did we just run all over this park?”
“Let
me answer your question with a question. When did you stop thinking about your
novel?”
Colin
opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Mark was right. He hadn’t
thought of his novel in the last twenty minutes, at least. But just as he
thought of the novel, he had a breakthrough, inspiration washing over him in a
wave.
“We
need to go home. I need to get this down.”
“That
is why I ran you around the park.”
Colin
gave Mark a smile and a quick kiss. He had the best man ever. Who else would
have thought writer’s block could be cured by a run around a park? Now he knew exactly
how he was going to start his novel. And there wasn’t going to be a storm in
sight.
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