Borrowed Spot

I don’t have the cable to hook in my camera (meant to, forgot), but try to picture this:

A dining room table, oval. Candlesticks, red, unlit. Cool stone wall before me, to my left a glass wall of light. Out of that a thicket of trees, so much green not even the sky is visible.

I am sitting on a borrowed hard-backed chair wearing a borrowed shirt. I am sitting here, waiting for that push.

I wish I could say I had the time this weekend to write whatever it is I wanted, but no… I’m here to meet a deadline. I need energy. I need drive. I need to get through this and have it be over so I can go on to other things.

Please let me avoid the magazine on the table and the other one in the suitcase. Please do not let me flirt with the idea of a nap. I want to finish this. I want to finish this. The sooner I finish this the sooner my real life can (re)begin.

5 thoughts on “Borrowed Spot

  1. Maybe the ol’ carrot and stick approach would help. You finish X amount of pages and then treat yourself to something. Forcing yourself to write is tough but necessary–still, it helps if there’s a pot at the end of the rainbow.

  2. Why is it so hard to get ourselves to finish things we have to do so we can finally be liberated from them? Here I am, reading blogs rather than finishing my project…and I, too, have a magazine on the table, a magazine which has called to me wayyyy too many times during this project.

    I want to finish, I want to finish…I can’t let the magazine win!

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