New Day

Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed. I reach for a glass of water that sits nearby on a small table and wish that thirst was my only problem. Pivoting gently sideways, I try to stand on feet that won’t quite follow my orders. I fight the pain and rise. It’s going to be one of those days.

I was up way too late last night with images of stories dancing in my brain. The new book was ousted by another tale of fiction that I am driven to sketch out before I lose sight of the nuances of the plot. Compelled by voices in my head to hit the keys at my computer, I tap out a quick reference to a story that I may never tell and then find my way to the kitchen with difficulty.

Coffee lavishes my tongue in a bath of instant wake up goodness. Suddenly the daylight streaming through the blinds seems brighter and the day has more possibilities. It’s amazing what that first cup can do.

I’m alone this morning so today will be filled with text and typing and hopefully I’ll finish a letter I was writing to my publisher. Although my cat says otherwise, now armed with coffee I sit down at my keyboard again and focus on my ongoing projects and my new blog. This computer is how I will face the world.


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