Perhaps you hear yourself. You talk with a friend. You talk with yourself. You try to sleep at the end of a busy, busy, busy day; your words aching in your rattling mind. “If only I had _______, then I could write.”

Time. Space. Love. Peace of mind. Enough money. Enough respect for the stories I’ve been given. Enough desperation.

What do you tell yourself is lacking?

Prompt: Give yourself twenty minutes. Write by hand, non-stop. If you need a prompt, imagine sitting in someone else’s chair. Imagine that you have no phone. Imagine that an owl whispers to you. And so…