Saturday Post 1.25.14 Good Morning. I Don’t Want to Write

I have writing to complete

I really do

My character has been nagging me

Saying “we don’t hang out

Like we used to”

She says, “You’re avoiding me”
I have

“You’ve been avoiding me”
I have

“Forgetting to set time for me”
There were good reasons
Life for one

She says, “my buttbone is still on fire”

Because that is the last scene I completed
And she is still sitting there

She would very much like to

Fight

Or pass out

Or stand up

Or something

Anything to move forward

She is insistent

Almost rude

“Write me out of here!”

She says

“Let me breathe!”

She says

“Only you can save me!”

She says

But I don’t want to write

I don’t

I’m busy

I’m sleepy

I’m out of my rhythm

And secretly

I don’t want to let her go

I don’t want to share her

I don’t want her to go to school

Where I can’t protect her
From the others

“Please”

She says

“I’m dying of boredom and Yna needs to go down!”

She cajoles

I laugh

I acquiesce

I sigh

Ok I say

I’ll write today

But I’m not so sure about tomorrow

“Today is all there is, so good morning”

She says

“And you can reward yourself after
A paragraph
A page

Feel smug

Secretly accomplished

Only

Please write!”

She says
And I know

I will write today

Despite the fact that

I don’t want to

I dedicate this to the writers who have school papers, stories, reviews, essays, poetry, or WHATEVER they need to do that involves that “thing” that calls to you in sleep, asking for interaction because they have something wonderful to give you, the writer, simply for stopping by and spending time with them. Get up, go to that door and walk through. I commend you for doing so, especially when you don’t want to.