How do I write more

How do I write more?

Fingers hover over the keyboard.
Anxiety flows – the need for movement.
The stillness is unbearable.
Their only purpose in the universe continues unfulfilled.
Itchy anticipation crawls around the fingertips.
Sweat glistens.
Typing must happen.
A hand moves.
That’s right, the mouse must be worked.
Fingers abhor the sliding, the gliding, clicking.
They prefer the staccato punctuation of plastic keys being slammed home, the flow of information from physical to electrical.
Almost unable to bear the necessary sidetrack, one set of fingers grudgingly manipulates the rodent-like device.
Microscopic twitching, felt more than seen, indicate to the mouse that the five puppet-masters on it’s back would rather be anywhere else.
It feels a sense of rejection as it’s pushed, like a piece of yesterday’s meat on a wheeled cart – heading towards the discount cooler.
It’s hard shell has endured more – much more.
Late nights… the mouse shudders and pushes that thought out of his head.
It grimly sets to obeying it’s masters – today is a good day, and memories of last night’s work would only spoil it.
The computer doesn’t give a shit.
It barely notices as the cursor slides up to the text field, and selects it.
With an electronic sigh, it uses one single cycle of it’s massive CPU to set the cursor blinking, an indication of it’s ability to accept input.
On.
Off.
Back on again.
Fingers are so stupid.
Slow, uninteresting tubes of meat with no apparent purpose but to pound away at it’s tidy keys like a gang of ten unrefined cavemen.
The mouse faintly detects the computer’s electronic raging, and does it’s best impression of an uninterested lump – it can’t afford to take sides.
The fingers lift – lightened by a minor fulfillment – the removal of a responsibility.
Relishing the freedom from the lowly device below, they embrace the smooth caress of cool air as the last clammy fingerprint detaches.
Hopefully that’s the last time the mouse must be used.
A word.
No, more.
Why stop at one?
Five must be written.

How do I write more?

Fingers hover over the keyboard.
Anxiety flows – the need for movement.
The stillness is unbearable.
Their only purpose in the universe continues unfulfilled.
Itchy anticipation crawls around the fingertips.
Sweat glistens.
Typing must happen.
A hand moves.
That’s right, the mouse must be worked.
Fingers abhor the sliding, the gliding, clicking.
They prefer the staccato punctuation of plastic keys being slammed home, the flow of information from physical to electrical.
Almost unable to bear the necessary sidetrack, one set of fingers grudgingly manipulates the rodent-like device.
Microscopic twitching, felt more than seen, indicate to the mouse that the five puppet-masters on it’s back would rather be anywhere else.
It feels a sense of rejection as it’s pushed, like a piece of yesterday’s meat on a wheeled cart – heading towards the discount cooler.
It’s hard shell has endured more – much more.
Late nights… the mouse shudders and pushes that thought out of his head.
It grimly sets to obeying it’s masters – today is a good day, and memories of last night’s work would only spoil it.
The computer doesn’t give a shit.
It barely notices as the cursor slides up to the text field, and selects it.
With an electronic sigh, it uses one single cycle of it’s massive CPU to set the cursor blinking, an indication of it’s ability to accept input.
On.
Off.
Back on again.
Fingers are so stupid.
Slow, uninteresting tubes of meat with no apparent purpose but to pound away at it’s tidy keys like a gang of ten unrefined cavemen.
The mouse faintly detects the computer’s electronic raging, and does it’s best impression of an uninterested lump – it can’t afford to take sides.
The fingers lift – lightened by a minor fulfillment – the removal of a responsibility.
Relishing the freedom from the lowly device below, they embrace the smooth caress of cool air as the last clammy fingerprint detaches.
Hopefully that’s the last time the mouse must be used.
A word.
No, more.
Why stop at one?
Five must be written.

How do I write more?

Updated: 28.06.2019 — 1:41 pm

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