She and Me

           She loves writing. She could write for hours, creating characters and lives and wonderful far off worlds. But it's the hardest thing she forces herself to do.

            It’s the focus she lacks- the motivation and the discipline it takes to actually sit down and write. She lacks the self-control to leave her distractions behind, to leave the TV and the internet for the simple blank page to write her story.

            That’s why she requires me. She needs me to stand there over her shoulder, refusing to talk and distract her, but to push her back to her seat as she tries to leave to avoid her work and take a break.

            She only needs me for the first half hour. After that, she enters a trance, and doesn’t need to be watched for hours on end. That’s when I can sit down and rest, because I know that when she awakens from her trance the process will start all over again in trying to get her to stay down and be still.

            She needs me, but I would be nothing without her.