Good to be back after a week off… didja miss me? This week’s prompt comes from our own gracious hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I’m getting a crick in my neck from thinking about examining this fixture up close. This piece hits close to home. (Which is why you won’t find me back at NaNoWriMo this year.) I owe a huge debt of thanks this week to my friend, the hyphen. I couldn’t have done it this week without you, buddy.
Inspiration – 100 Words
You pound on the keyboard for hours. For days. Ones and zeroes of electronic blood and there is no sense in it. The muse, the bitch, mute. Still you type, reduced to transcribing snippets of sex-sells advertising and sound-bite commentary and canned-laugh one-liners seeping through the floor from the soul-sucking wide-screen monster downstairs just to keep your fingers in motion.
Mustn’t stop. To keep the oxygen-starved dreams at bay, the ones of choking on gum and hair and rags, you must write, and white pages fill with finger-vomited brain-sludge.
Then you breathe. Read. Hmmm. That’s not bad.
Time to edit.