She sat at the desk in front of the computer, fingers tapping on the keyboard and face illuminated by the screen. Her home was free of human sounds: the children asleep as well as her husband. These were her few stolen moments to spend time in her imagination and record what she saw. The wind howled outside, the windows rattled. Unconsciously, she wrapped her dressing gown tighter around her between pauses for thought.
Nadia was known for her gift with words – the written word at least. All through her childhood she was asked to help write speeches for the more extrovert; to correct essays for those who won prizes and scholarships. Never did she stand up and say she was the one who deserved the adulation, the praise, the acknowledgement of a job well done. Now, as a mother and a woman well-loved by her man, she allowed her imagination to run free. She wrote down all that came from her for herself. Brian, her sole reader, encouraged her to send her work to a publisher but she did not. What held her back? Fear. The fear that she may fall short of what is required. The fear that her work would not be praised, feted, and seen as deserving of publication.
The phone laying beside her beeped its alarm. It was time to wake everyone up and begin the routine of getting ready for the day. Closing her document, she bid a small goodbye to her characters until the next day.
When do you find the time to write?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: Writer)