I can't write anymore....the screen's too bright, the chair's too hard, The peaceful hum of nature's gone, replaced by the noise of dishes and cooking. My head feels foggy...the microwaves making that indescribable noise it makes.I'm thinking about my cyber romance that's doomed. Struggling to focus on any one topic. my brains rebelling in every direction. But the rule is that I don't have to write well...I just have to WRITE.
I've spent the whole day pretending to write. Setting up blogs and browsing. Now it's just about writing and I miss my car and my notebook. I can hear Frank cutting carrots and onions, and I can smell the crispness & tenderness of the chicken the the roast chicken he's cooking from here. I can see the large screen TV images flickering in the corner of my eye even though the sounds been turned down. I realize I could spend a lifetime avoiding writing anything important, and I wonder if I need to?. I'm hoping writing will turn into some kind of magical therapy..... but now it's dinner time & it's time to stop.
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