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- Author: Robyn Peterman
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“I didn’t leave that bowl in the sink,” I muttered to no one as I stared in
confusion at the blue piece of pottery with milk residue in the bottom.
“Wait. Did I?”
Slowly backing away, I ran my hands through my hair that hadn’t seen a
brush in days—possibly longer—and decided that I wasn’t going to think
too hard about it. Thinking led to introspective thought, which led to
dealing with reality, and that was a no-no.
Reality wasn’t my thing right now.
Maybe I’d walked in my sleep, eaten a bowl of cereal, then politely put
the bowl in the sink. It was possible.
“That has to be it,” I announced, walking out of the kitchen and
avoiding all mirrors and any glass where I could catch a glimpse of myself.
It was time to get to work. Sadly, books didn’t write themselves.
“I can do this. I have to do this.” I sat down at my desk and made sure
my posture didn’t suck. I was fully aware it would suck in approximately
five minutes, but I wanted to start out right. It would be a bad week to
throw my back out. “Today, I’ll write ten thousand words.
They will be
coherent. I will not mistakenly or on purpose make a list of the plethora of
ways I would like to kill Darren. He’s my past. Beheading him is illegal.
I’m far better than that. On a more positive note, my imaginary muse will
show his ponytailed, obnoxious ass up today, and I won’t play Candy Jelly
Crush until the words are on the page.”
Two hours later…
Zero words. However, I’d done three loads of laundry—sweatpants, tshirts and underwear—and played Candy Jelly Crush until I didn’t have any
more lives. As pathetic as I’d become, I hadn’t sunk so low as to purchase
new lives. That would mean I’d hit rock bottom. Of course, I was
precariously close, evidenced by my cussing out of the Jelly Queen for ten
minutes, but I didn’t pay for lives. I considered it a win.
I’d planned on folding the laundry but decided to vacuum instead. I’d
fold the loads by Friday. It was Tuesday.
That was reasonable. If they were
too wrinkled, I’d simply wash them again. No biggie. After the vacuuming
was done, I rearranged my office for thirty minutes. I wasn’t sure how to
Feng Shui, but after looking it up on my phone, I gave it a half-assed effort.
Glancing around at my handiwork, I nodded. “Much better. If the
surroundings are aligned correctly, the words will flow magically. I hope.”
Two hours later…
“Mother humper,” I grunted as I pushed my monstrosity of a bed from
one side of the bedroom to the other. “This weighs a damn ton.”
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