you can stare at the screen for as long as you like and still it remains blank…
the words are there
you know they are there
they have been running around your thoughts for days
you can picture the scene
hear the voices of your characters
they push into your dreams
they play in your daydreams
lingering on a long bus ride
but
sat before the screen
the words flee
the scene fades
words slip from your fingers
their voices silent
everything is distracting
focus scattered
sit
i have an hour
i had an hour
time dwindles
still i stare at the keys before me
qwerty mocking me
another lunchtime escaping creation
confused
even non fiction is fuddled
a change of direction
failed
im still sitting here
still sighing hard
watch
half my time is lost
and these words
are all i have
my fiend
im using the delete key more than i care too
words are written
then deleted
gone
i know the scene is there
i know what happens next
i know what i want to write
i know ill be on twitter instead
Anne Harrison 09.06.17
Tatterhood 