Five minutes

Just write for five minutes and don’t stop. Why does it seem — feel — so hard? Why do the words dry out when I need them the most?

What else takes five minutes and so much agony? Brushing and flossing. I hate flossing; I can’t remember the last time I flossed. That’s disgusting.

Vacuuming the rug. Bathing Jane. Clearing the front seat for a passenger.

Where am I going with this?

It’s like there’s a cloud in my brain — it’s blowing the words that rally behind my eyes, keeping them from my lips, my fingertips. I’m not sure I have the strength to fight it.

Time’s up.



One Comment

  1. I can relate! All I have to do today is read pre-existing words into the computer…. that’s all. And my brain is coming up with all kinds of avoidance and haze and blanking. I didn’t get much done yesterday either. But we’ll keep going. Lots of times on the days like this, it just means the words are heaping up in your head. They’ll spill over in a gush on the page when they’re mature and ready.


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