Night Writing…

It’s 11 p.m. and I have eyes watching my every movement. The black eyes stare at me without ever blinking. As if I am bound to this computer and it to me. As if my will is not my own. I must type or else. 

This freaking monkey is a vicious taskmaster.

It’s just a Goodwill monkey that I bought for someone who means a lot to me. I have decided to not give it away. I dubbed it George. He sits atop of my watch box. George keeps me on task with his silent glare. 

Between my coffee and Jell-O cup, George watches as I apply myself to the murder mystery that I am attempting to write. 

Lately, I have slacked off on it. Life is a tumultuous wave of depression, anxiety, stress, and on rare occasion, moments of sheer joy. 

I have experienced all of it the past few weeks. Good news trickles in, bad news comes like a hurricane in Haiti.  

So, George and I came up with a plan. From 6p.m. to midnight (or thereabouts) I write about the murder mystery, and when I am tired of that, I write, well…this stuff.

Tonight, being the first night, I have written eight pages of murder mystery. I am proud of myself. I sat out to write, and I have written. 

The sound advice given to every writer is simple: Get it on paper.

I’m trying. This story has taken on a life of its own. 

I am no longer in control. It goes where it wants, and I am just tagging along for the ride.

I’m tired, and I have a full cup of coffee to kill before I even think of bed. 

Take care,

Freeman

Published by frontporchmusings694846020

I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).

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