by Patrick J. Salem
The rising sun’s heat has excited the ladybugs on the window in my writing room. The blink, blink, blink of the cursor against a blank, blank, blank page accuses me of laziness and lack. Outside the window, the locust tree is still bare, and I can see a pair of woodpeckers bop up opposite sides looking for larva as the nuthatches move from birdfeeder to barked trunk to have their breakfast. I challenge myself to write only a paragraph, just six good sentences to tell a story, but my mind wanders. I check e-mail, falling 401(k) funds, early symptoms of pregnancy for my wife, and a couple of porn sites in an effort to find “inspiration.” Thank God, the dog is barking, and I gotta go.
Patrick J. Salem is a former journalist from Chicago who, during the middle of a mid-life crisis, has enrolled in the MFA program at Columbia College Chicago.