The key(s) to dealing with writers block

Remember that keychain your mum carried around.

It had a few keys and some other things.

You were fascinated by it.

Each one of the keys unlocked something. Mostly doors.

The green key opened our front door.

One time we got back from the store and my mum had locked the keys inside. We couldn’t get in.

But there was a window around the porch. It was never locked. You could get in if you climbed around the porch and slide the window open.

So my mum starting climbing around the porch.

‘Get down!’ Our grandma was there too. Mums never stop wishing their kids wouldn’t climb so many things.

Our porch was on the second storey. I was watching my mum climb around the bars. My small hands were holding onto her shirt ready to save her if she fell. I was 4 or 5, so there was no chance I’d be able to save her.

Then she slid the window open and yanked her leg inside. The hard part was letting go of the bars and shifting your bodyweight inside the house. I held on extra tight. And then she got in.

Grandma wasn’t happy. But she still came upstairs. It was lunchtime.

One time I got home from school and was locked out. No one was home. So I climbed around the porch, slid open the window and yanked my leg inside. Easy.

I did it a couple more times over the years.

I told my mum each time.

Every time she would say, ‘Daniel, you shouldn’t do that.’

‘But you do it,’ I said, ‘what else should I do?’

‘Wait for me or go down to the Smith’s house.’

I never went to the Smith’s house. They didn’t have an Xbox or a computer.

My mum gave us all green keys. We haven’t been locked out in a while.

The thing is, unlocking the door with the key is no where near as fun as climbing around the porch.

If you’re stuck on not knowing what to write. Think of the keychain.