Ten Minutes. Impossible. I make too many mistakes. I already did. I meant to start with the word, ‘word.’ The words fill my mind, swirl around my soul until I am drowned. I can’t take another breath until I’ve breached the dam and they pour out like a flood onto the screen. The squiggly red lines, like poisonous worms under every word, telling me I made yet another mistake. Fix me, fix me they cry. I must remember to spend the last minute fixing the mistakes.
If only life would provide me with such perfect clues. I don’t know when I’ve made a mistake, until later, “Jill I can’t believe you said that to her!” But, wait, I didn’t mean, oh no. Not again. Open mouth, insert foot. It is the story of my life. All these constant mistakes. And no little red worms to cry ‘fix me’ before I publish myself into reality.
Words and stories, they are everything to me. Dull reality holds no value. Flat, boring always now, never then. Never that shiny bright future of my imagination. Always the now of reality. Boring. The in and out of wake, sleep, wake, sleep. It is always now.
I’m not as fast a typist as I think. The time is… up.
Daily Prompt: Ready, Set Go - Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.