Author’s Monkey Mind

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Charles Yallowitz
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A long exhausting day
Where the mind wanders
Distractions yanking it  away
So progress takes a hit
Just like the friggin’ phone

Mourning lost time
The author crawls into the cot
Pillow stealing muscles’ strength
Blanket tickling at his nose
While eyes begin to close

A spark of an idea
Fixing a tricky passage
Solving that nasty outline
Or something altogether new
That refuses to go away

No pen or paper near
Body refusing to get up
The author is trapped in horror
Blissful naivete battles pattern recognition
Will these thoughts see the dawn?

Hours pass in struggle
Tomorrow will start off sour
Yet the brain continues to play
Too ignorant to know the time?
Or a sadistic organ of self-destruction?

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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17 Responses to Author’s Monkey Mind

  1. chrismcmullen says:
    January 30, 2016 at 10:08 am

    You could blame it on your muse, as long as you don’t let your muse find out…

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  2. John W. Howell says:
    January 30, 2016 at 11:11 am

    Good one Charles. I always keep a water soluble Sharpie on hand to use on my arm. It like that movie where the guy couldn’t remember anything so he wrote on his body. Have a great weekend

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  3. Nicholas C. Rossis says:
    January 30, 2016 at 11:28 am

    My money is on sadistic organ of self-destruction.

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  5. adeleulnais says:
    January 31, 2016 at 4:54 am

    omg Charles this is spot on. I recognise it as the night I spend too often. Damn it but the creative mind just doesnt know when to sleep.

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