I know I can’t force my writing when I’m not inspired. So, I decided for today I’d write without the use of an egg timer. I’m feeling restless today. Much too restless to do any work; yet, I’m persevering. Right now, the egg timer stresses me out. I just can’t get my thoughts flowing. I need to relax. The tension within me has a deep and profound hold on me. I need to unwind.
How else can I ease the remittance of my being when the warmth surrendering in my soul. I wish upon a star in the middle of the night only to be invited by fire to stand by myself in a foreign realm where strange creatures with two horns coming out of their chin give me a blank stare when I ask, “Where am I? Do you know the way to Bountiful?”
They turn around and head on their way.
I continued onward looking through branches of a maple tree; however, I was blinded by sunlight cutting into my vision.
I remove my glasses from my face and rub my itchy eyes. Sleepiness has caught up with me after spending hours yesterday submitting work here and there. I also did research on where to send my artwork prior to making the submissions. The previous night, I didn’t sleep. I went twenty-four hours with no sleep, because I was obsessed about finding the answers I needed. So, I continues surfing the internet on my Smart Phone until I found what I needed.
The allergens in the air have begun irritating my nose; yet, still, I push my way through the restlessness. The more I write the lessening of the restless. I just wish I weren’t so tense. I’m would be better off if only I didn’t need more sleep. I’ve already begun yawning.
Focus for me isn’t clear. First my right eye itched moments earlier, now my left eyes does. I rubbed my eye. It feels much better with the exception of it being a little watery.
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