The Process

Spent two hours staring at a blank wall.
Wondered why I didn't eat more candy floss as a child.
Called my best friend, brother and mom and spoke to each of them for an hour.
Made coffee, then Maggi, then more coffee.
Clicked a picture with the laptop screen throwing light on my face.
Learned all possible formatting options of Microsoft Word.
Agonized over the perfect title, then settled for no title at all.
Reorganized working space, optimized light for "serious" mood.
Read a chapter of the book I'd been meaning to get to,
Oiled my hair, then decided to wash it, picked comfortable clothes
Shifted from the bed to the table and back to the bed
Wrote two lines then shuffled music and found my dance anthem
Decided to take a break and find out how others had fared
Snapped back to concentration for for a page
Eyelids drooping, realized it was 4 am, 2 pages out of 10 is progress
Within the next five minutes sleep had won, the deadline would have to wait.

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