Home from work
almost fell asleep
dragged my bones
to the keyboard
to let you know
I simply could not
write even a
paragraph tonight
of my protagonist's
plight:



Not Tonight

9-5 cuts a hole
in my creativity.
a black hole
where my energy
vanishes,
sucked into
the void,
irretrievable
How can I write
when I can hardly
think?
synapses slowing,
fingers too.
bone tired
done before
I begin
one day won't
hurt
the pages won't
dissolve
I'll be back
I promise.
this project
this book
this labor of love
never
rejected,
not left
unfinished
Spirit gave me
this gift
I shall honor.
a challenge accepted,
signed in ink
written with
lifeblood
my soul the lock,
my heart the
key.

(Linda J. Wolf/1/5/09)