In the Zone - v.2

by Ari Collins


While writing, I hyperfocus; everything else disappears. Lately, after writing, things aren’t reappearing. I’ll finish, put my pen down, and wonder where it went. But it’s getting worse. Chairs, my tub, my porch…

Yesterday, the disappeared began returning, changed. In my bathtub’s place, the bleeding willow sapling from my novel. Shouldn’t have spent that advance.