Reflections

   The sun had already begun to set in the northern hills of middle Tennessee as I logged on to the computer one more time, eager to finish my allotted 500 words a day. I was slightly ahead of schedule, since I had about 1250 words wrote and this was only the end of the second day. But I had only eight more days in which to finish the 5,000 word requirement and I knew only too well how fleeting the muse can be.

   I wished now I had remembered to pick up that can of coffee while going down that aisle at the grocery a few days ago. I had every intention of enjoying a soothing cup of General Foods Internaltional Vienna style java. Somehow a cup of tea just didn't fit the situation tonight as I faced the keyboard. Growing up in the mid-southwest United States, you just didn't see many people having a cup of tea. It was either sweet iced tea or a cup of black coffee. Even in the middle of a hot Texas summer day, the old timers would put on a pot of coffee. That's hard time!

   Pausing to look around the room for a bit of inspiration, I wondered just how many words were in two medium size paragraphs…should I check now or go a little longer? Just then a loud noise startled me and I quickly glanced up to look out the storm door. What was that? Sounded like something landed on top of the little box trailer I called home.

   Deciding on investigating further, I got up and walked to the door and pushed it slightly open. I heard a soft rustle above my head, on the metal roof of my small covered porch, followed by scratching and scraping. Wanting to get a better look and not wanting to scare off whatever was there, I quietly stepped out onto the porch and buffered the storm door as it closed behind me. Only a few short steps and I was off the porch and out into the yard, I turned to look up just as a ….

   Well, that's 363 words added to my total makes it about 1600 – that's three days worth so I'm good to go. Guess I'll take it easy now, have a cup of hot tea to relax for the evening and start again tomorrow. Good job.

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