Saturday, May 22, 2010

Unfinished Manuscript

I haven't forgotten you,
staring at me,
untouched for weeks now.

My work-addled brain,
too tired to take you on,
tries to keep the story alive.

46,000 words of promise,
characters trapped in the same scene,
the cursor challenges me to move on.

Soon my normal schedule returns,
a reunion with my old friends,
Will I remember them?


  1. Amen. At least you have work as your excuse. I've got nothin. I sat down last night to write and nothing came. :(

    Pony Express is almost here, which means it is almost over :) You are amamzing!!