I stumble across the chair in my bedroom and curse a little in my head. I stare at the desk and feel an electrical impulse, making me want to drop everything and start writing, to put all the words that have been spiraling in my head on paper and out into the world, but just as I open the document... a notification reminding me that I must return to work. And so I close the document and go back to work.

Longing to write.