Time is running out, the writing patiently waits for his appointment but I am late, I postpone, I cancel, I reschedule but I never show up.
Writing is silent, writing knows he has the upper hand, writing twists my arm, puts my head under water, writing starts piling on me like a dot matrix printer printing the entire internet.
I grow heavy, I grow sleepless, I grow anxious, I get itchy, and nervous. Hours shuffle, day and nights get mixed up, sleep falters, appetite waivers, writing snickers; Now he knows he's got me.
Like a child at bedtime I run in all directions, down the corridor, up the walls, through the kitchen door to the backyard slipping under the fence like a slinky fox with my perfect brush gray tail, the last bit of me ever seen.
Down the pipeline into the green belt it follows me. This is the land of wild cedar trees, the rough terrain of oak wilt, climbing jungle Jim of a thousand nameless wines, a hundred poisonous weeds and critters untamed.
Jagged sharp edges of Texas county with cliffs paper cut out of chalk and travertine. Every edge a corner, every corner a bluff, every bluff a fall for the novice and unkind.
He knows how to stalk, how to hunt. I don't give him an inch, but he takes a mile. Past the highway with no speed limit, into the land of toll roads and unnamed towns we go.
Down a trail that takes us to a non existent land where a forest was and in the future a forest will be. #fox #writing #howdidyoufindme #austin #texas #procrastination #writersblock #writer #cantdothis #whyisthissohard #notime #mustsleep