A writer’s life

Staring at the screen and wondering what to say. Time passes. Half an hour perhaps? Reaching into the brain searching for words to express. Coming up blank. Walking around a little, taking yet another cup of coffee, stopping to stare at the tall oak tree, returning to the chair, desk, computer screen once again. Deciding to write about the writing. Holding still while anxiety rises. Waiting for the brain to get those fingers tap, tap tapping at the keys. Deep breath. Anxiety subsiding. The brain never sleeps. That is true. Dreaming, thinking, feeling, experiencing, watching, observing, ruminating. Adding a Facebook application: Catbook. Ada Mae will accompany me through this exercise. And Nick Drake. Piling laundry into the machine. Giving it up. Needing to juggle up the brain, turn the blood around. Climbing onto the treadmill.

I’ll try again later.

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