A look at the calendar and I see that February is pretty much done. I wish that I had gotten around to doing more writing, but life had other plans. It’s not that I regret what I was doing as there were tasks that had become a higher priority and needed to be completed. There was nothing more special to me than what would be for any other writer; household tasks that simply come up. There is however an ever-present urging that haunts the back of my mind while carrying out the mundane duties of the average life. A thought might creep in that I would have otherwise had the time to jot down.

As I said, nothing out of the ordinary for the ordinary person. Yet I do not think that I am ordinary. I don’t think I’m extraordinary either. Just different in that a thought can leave me stranded in my mind. Sometimes an idea grabs hold so tightly that it won’t let go. Most of the time I can take a moment to lay pen to paper. But I’m not talking about those times I’m talking about the times that imprison me in the rabbit hole. It is then that I need the time to sort and process the thoughts into being. When the real world gets in the way of that it can cause a frantic internal discourse.

I look at the calendar and see that the month is almost at an end and it has created a frenzied scream inside that must be let out. So here I am trying to ease the torment of an empty page. A blank computer screen looks like the black abyss calling to my every attention. I imagine thoughts cascading down through the narrow passage of the hourglass. The focus needed to stay on task diminishes with each tick and chime of the clock. I pick up the pen and grasp it so that it does not feel like time is slipping through my fingers. The playful dance as I drum across the keyboard is soothing to my soul.