Microfiction: Writer

A microfiction that describes the process I went through to write this microfiction. A self-referential piece called:


No words, no words. I have no words to describe it. I just have this burning feeling like I’m wasting time.

It does not seem to care that I’m exhausted. It does not even care that my hands are sore as I write this. My head is dropping in a desperate attempt to sleep. My eyes slip closed with every pulse of my heart. Yet, the hand on my shoulder just squeezes tighter, and I don’t have much of a choice in the matter.

It’s as if every finger-fall is forcing another word out of me. Like a chain of connected, yet impromptu, creation is springing forth from my head. It swirls faster and faster now; a basin spilling over the edge. A caffeine drip directly into my nerves. My back straightens and I lose any sense of tiredness that I had before.

It does not seem to matter to her what time it is, or what I should be doing. Every attempt to think of anything but the words that keep spilling from me makes my stomach tie up in knots. I can’t type–I never learned– but for the moment that doesn’t seem to matter. My fingers know the keys like a child knows its mother’s face.

I can’t stop. My muse has already decided this.

Oh, the glory of the artist, to have no control over when I create.

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5 thoughts on “Microfiction: Writer

  1. That’s quite the interesting perspective. When I write, I like to think I’m fully in control of what I do. The only time ‘possession’ happened was when I was writing my 4k word story (and even then, that was driven by a need to follow up some personal events that happened back in December).

    I don’t like losing control. šŸ˜¦


    • I will admit that most of the time I’m in control to some degree. I usually know the general idea of what I’m going to write before I begin, and the rest is possession.

      In the case of this story though, I did not even intend to write it, I had a word document opened and my fingers just kinda did it on there own. Like I said in the story, I was not even always looking at the screen while I was writing it.


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