Thursday, October 22, 2009

Just Another Day?


Writing is a fickle beast, ready to consume you the moment you turn your back on it. ~Carolyn Vawdrey

It wasn’t that I didn’t love it anymore, I just was feeling rebellious. It had abandoned me once before and I wasn’t sure if I should put my trust in it.

I cared too much for it. How many nights did I wake up to check on it, make sure it was still breathing with life? Too many.

My eyes burned with lack of sleep, my curiosity begging to escape from the cage I threw it in.

I glance at the clock, time was fleeting. The selection would have to be made – or forsaken.

Half of me felt relieved to ignore it, the other dreaded the consequences of my actions if I cast it to the realms of the unknown.

Would I pay the price that so many others had if I paid it no heed? Where would it take me if it consumed me?

I had no answer. There was no answer. There was only choice.

6 comments:

L.T. Elliot said...

So is this a partial? You can't just leave me hanging!

Carolyn V. said...

That was the plan all along. Mwa ha ha! j/k I had so little time, I'll have to finish another day. =)

Shari said...

Wow, Carolyn. This sound serious.

Carolyn V. said...

Hey Shari! Well, anger is so much easier to write than humor, and I was running late. Besides, I was kindof mad at my blog site, so it just fueled the fire. =) Stinkin' blogger site.

Nichole Giles said...

What a cliffhanger ending. What choice did she make?

J/K she chose to write, of course. Sleeping can wait for later.

Great post.

Nichole

Carolyn V. said...

Its so true. Who needs sleep when they can write? The only thing that takes precedence over writing is eating. Eating is good, very good. =)especially chocolate fugde ice cream topping... *drool*