Momentary lapse

Obviously I am behind on my short story promise, but I will write it soon, I swear! These past two weeks have been insanely busy, and I have had neither time nor energy to put my ideas into type. I am hoping that perhaps sometime this weekend I can get to the coffee shop that was my initial inspiration.

My muse needs a name

I think I am ready to write a short story. All I need is a good cup of coffee and my journal.

Stuck

I am having problems finishing this poem. Normally, when I write something, I know the direction I want to go with it, and I know how I want it to end. In this case, I am not quite sure yet where the story is going, nor do I know what the point is. It doesn't help that bits come to me weeks apart, with no apparent trigger. Bah!

Stanza Two

The second stanza of my work in progress:

She wonders how she got here,
and where it all began?
She wishes things were different.
What happened to her plan?
She knows she needs to soldier on,
but doesn't think she can.
Thus, she sits alone and cries,
tears muffled by a fan.