Morning Routine of A Writer

For writers and all creative artists

My eyes begin to blink open,

And I slowly slip from a dream.

I groggily try to remember,

But I’ve forgotten it all, it seems.

Out from the blankets my feet come,

And sluggishly reach to the floor.

I stretch out my arms and yawn again

As I’ve done many mornings before.

Quiet, I roll up my window,

And blink in the gold, morning light.

I breathe in the crisp, morning air,

And I drink in the beautiful sight.

Then I grab my computer,

And eagerly pull up a chair.

I open it up to a blank screen

And silence ensues while I stare.

My finger taps at the keyboard

Tapping so long it’s absurd.

Frustration then stirs up as I

Cannot type even one single word!

Slowly, I heave a small sigh,

And my lips begin to press thin.

And then, an idea has soon formed!

But I don’t know how to begin.

More tap-taps from my finger,

My foot bounces while I think.

Perhaps I should just step back,

Yes, maybe if I go grab a drink.

I come back to my laptop,

With a coffee tight in my hand.

I sit down, open it back up.

I think that I now have a plan!

My fingers attack at the keys,

Words scatter onto the page.

I forget that I’m typing at all

I’m so excited, completely engaged.

Sentences turn into paragraphs,

Suspense begins to erupt!

My story is coming alive…

Until someone interrupts.