Until I become a writer, this is how I’ll do it:
First, the music (always music); whatever single I’ve had on repeat for the week(s).
Big light goes off; little light goes on.
Then, I clean.
(I think it represents de-cluttering my mind, organizing my thoughts).
Finally, I sit at my desk, window open (I like to be distracted by outside whilst working), breeze blocked by my computer screen; but I can smell it.
And….
…. I stare. At the screen. Sometimes, near an hour.
The words rarely come and
when they do
it’s rarely one
hundred at a time.
Mary's One Hundred 