CG Express

I had an idea, a good one.
It started with pen and paper, then my hand cramped,
Ditched the romantic old school notebook,
Out came the keyboard,
The software,
The locked closet,
Dim light,
Sitting among shoes, clothes, books at my feet,
Tipping off of shelves,
Words to inspire, to cheer, to say,
“keep going”.
Cups stacked in cups,
Dregs of coffee,
Dried out tea bags,
Crackers crumbs, candy wrappers,
The smell of tacos still in the air,
I write and write and write.
Head pounding,
Clock ticking,
Calling me away,
Saying take a break,
Go to work,
Go to play.
The words on the page,
Say, ‘stay’.
Just one more sentence,
Finish the scene,
The chapter,
The book.
Can I?
Pause.
Will it be good when I’m done?
Do I remember where I was going with this?
Another cup of coffee.
I don’t exist as I tap each letter into place,
Only the characters live,
I am a conduit,
Spilling them out,
Trying to be accurate with,
The translation.
I have lost my mind.
It’s okay.
It’s fine.
It’s only NaNoWriMo.

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