I’m staring at a blank field. At the very top of this vertical journey is a jagged blue ladder creeping
down.
_____Drip.
_________Drip.
_____________Drip.
Raindrops of inspiration splash across my face. Cold and
thrilling.
Across
from the right.
Inspiration falls from the
right.
That’s why they call it
right brain.
.
I see mountains of white—stacks of paper billowing and protruding,
puffing up like the ground is taking a deep
chest inhale.
And
The mounds rise with creakiness and
the boom and sharp whistle and
drizzle of
a thousand piles and pages slide and
collapse as the
giant awakens.
Wait!
I haven’t finished the first page!
.
When I step on the bottom, I sag against the ladder. Two
bowls of porridge are waiting for me. Steaming
with a sickly nutmeg scent. I
grip the spoon and
take a taste. Lumps of victory
mixed with salt exhaustion.
Exhaustion—
it is an extra flavor.
.
I devour it all.
Lick
the paste clean.
Stagger
to my feet and
flip the page.
.
Chapter 2.
About the Creator
J. Jay
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
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Comments (2)
Oh wow, this is so great! I love that drifting away into imagination, then realizing you never finished a foundational thought, having to trudge back to it. And yes, the exhaustion is real. But im glad the reward was so nourishing!
This is so fresh, it’s innovative in its structure (which I love) and the message. Really well done. I’m looking forward to Chapter 2.