Tiny cracks

I’m revising. And it’s going really well. But then this other story starts creeping in. Insinuating itself into my creative mind. Insisting it needs to be told. Refusing to be silenced.

But I have deadlines! I yell. I need to get these pages revised and shipped out! I can’t allow such dalliances – such indulgences. You will have to wait patiently for your turn with MS Word.

Quit your screaming, I said. I’m trying to write here. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait forever. I’m not ignoring you. I’m just postponing you. Saving you for a calmer moment. When I can savor you. Enjoy you.

What are you doing? How did you get on there? That’s not what I was working on! That’s new – different – beautiful.

You can stay a while.