An early alarm, I get out of bed
characters, plots going round in my head
a quick check of Twitter with my first sip of tea
a full hour later I’m still pressing re-tweet.
STOP my mind says
close the page, shut it down
you have work to do so quit clowning around
I sneak onto Facebook while my brain isn’t looking
what’s on in my world, is breakfast cooking?
has the dog been re-homed or missing cats found?
is the weather OK, is there ice on The Mound?
but what if I don’t press the ‘like’ button in time?
will my horoscope tell me I’ve ran out of spine
the end is near for my heels that dig in
just one more refresh and then I’ll begin
It’s all nonsense and gossip, it just tears you away
from the task you had hoped to complete today
whats another hour wasted checking my mail
will I ever sit down and just write my next tale?