It’s been a while and I know it’s time to write.
I’m a little cranky, and something is missing.
Not to mention there are goals to meet and stories to tell.
Push the power button and hear no sound.
Look for and eventually find the power supply.
Push the power button again and hear a chime.
Now there is a minute or so to kill.
A drink sounds like a good idea—coffee is a writer’s friend.
Pour a cup and it immediately falls on the floor.
Now my pants are wet. Socks too.
Sit down again to write.
Immediately the pitter patter of little feet echo down the stairway.
Leave computer exactly where it was on the dining room table.
Participate in a few million things to be savored.
Sit back down and try to stay awake.
Tempted to make coffee again, but fear a sequel from the java mishap.
Energy is low now—but the chair is now fused to my body.
Words are uncertain but that doesn’t matter.
The page is slowly filled.
One day at a time.