Half-asleep is no way to write.
Facebook, Twitter, Gmail, checking sales on five different platforms, all of these would be easier. They whisper in the hum of the computer.
Feel guilty for taking time to brew coffee, toast an English muffin.
Could start a load of laundry.
Cat needs petting.
Computer now whispering, droning on about "real life" problems needing dealt with today.
Didn't sleep well.
Not enough coffee yet.
Wave whispers away. Ninja-sneak past social media. Give the laundry the finger for now, real life too - they'll wait for you, patient as stones. Apologize to cat. Allow the caffeine and carbs - fuel is good.
Stare at blank page through muzziness.
Grumble. Fingers numb on keyboard. White space, static.
This is futile, stupid.
Could be sleeping. Finally catch up on rest.
This exhaustion, so damn deep in the bones.
This. Is. No. Way. To. Live!
Okay, fine. One word. Three seconds of clickety-clack on the keys.
Aaaaaaand that word sucks. Stares at you like a cancer on the purity of the page.
But ... here's another. And it sucks as well.
Hell with it. If it all sucks, I'll fix it - tomorrow morning.
So another word. And just one more.
A sentence. A paragraph. More.