You know you're a writer when...

As many have done before
I sit here staring
at the daunting blank page.
It's endless whiteness
like a linen sheet
stretched out to its limit.

This goes on for far to long
then I get enough sense
to play a little music.
Something soft and slow
to ease me into
the mood I that need.

The first word is slow
it creeps out like a spider
dancing across its web.
Then they come flying.
One after another.
Tangling up into eachother.

My fingers work to fast
clicking across the keys.
My words are getting jumbled.
Mixing up the vowels
as if my fingers
where some sort of blender.

I focus on what I'm saying,
spelling will come in due time.
For now I must get across
this point I'm holding
deep within myself.

All to soon it is over.
I've written my last sentence.
I slow to a stop and let it sink in.
I've completed my task.

Darn! I've hit send!
I hadn't had a chance
To fix the spelling
on my text message.