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[elektra3]

All-Nighter

Three pages
and an hour of frustrated procrastination later,
you add another phrase. You stare at it,
stare some more, and then stare again as you have been
at the rest of the paper whenever you could make time
in your busy schedule of guiltily reading fanfic and
increasing your likelihood of developing carpal tunnel syndrome
to actually do the thing you said you would. The truth is

that you just don't care. There are things in this book
that have delighted you, fascinated you,
made you excited about writing on, and you can't remember
a single goddamn one. All you want now
is for this thing to be done, to forget
the sickening feeling of writing something
that you're not in love with.

Or maybe that's just the caffeine. You're saturated with the stuff by now,
gulping it down even as your head aches and your stomach rebels, cup after cup
(after cup after cup after cup after cup after cup)
of vaguely metallic-tasting tea, gripping the handle of the mug
in vain hopes of keeping yourself
from pitching over sideways, and forcing yourself to write
one sentence more.