My Stomach is too loud

Clank, clank, clank

The keys on the type writer plod on. I can feel each key press down under the pads of my finger until it can descend no further. It all just plods on. Neverending. I miss school. I never thought I would say that, but miss life when it was simpler. When there was an end in sight. Now the only end is being fired and bankruptcy, but then again being fired would mean being free. At least I can pay rent and afford food to eat. What should I cook for supper? I can feel the empty gnawing of my stomach, my body slowly eating itself from the inside out. Did I not eat lunch today? No, I had the meeting with Michael today. Wow, that feels like it was days ago. Crap, it’s only Monday. I have to prepare the document for…

NO

I said no work. Leave work at work.

This is my time to write. To create and restore. Inspire life to prevent becoming a mindless drone. To do something meaningful and motivate others. Create something that I can publish and profit from. Write a piece I can be proud of. Or at least come up with an idea for now. Something great. Something…

Anything……..