Tannic Teeth

So you have an assignment due on Friday, a 20 percenter (1000-1200 words) in Writing for Popular Mags. Attempt one, which I shall call Version 1.0, a measly 2 lines, lies in my other window collecting e-dust as I try to entertain my caffeinated thoughts. Maybe this is a good little mental warm-up, you know like stretching before tackling that rock-climbing wall or bouldering problem (Yes -I know Devil’s Advocate I haven’t climbed in a while – but I still think I’ll whop your ass!).

Limber your thoughts before creating your next masterpiece?

LOL.

Getting those neural pathways firing in all directions so you can only discover that ‘it’s about time to vacuum your room, dust and do the rest of the things that you didn’t find the time for over the weekend,’ but because you have an assignment lording over you, now is better time than any. My mental browser tracks between the aforementioned assignment, boring-ass work this arvo and Her. I like the frenetic pace of my tangled thoughts, ‘twisted reasons that strange my mind like liquorice laces.’

Perhaps I like the pressure. Diamonds after all, are created by such.