Finding My Flow

The T.V softly sounds in the background as the kittens cuddle on the couch. The running around has wore them out. Soon they will be up again. Wrecking havoc as kittens often do. For now, only the T.V is heard above the sounds of the keyboard. If I just keep writing maybe my muse will find me. If I just keep typing maybe my novel will write itself. If I just enjoy the serenity of a quiet home and let my creativity flow maybe I will get some actual work done. Instead I turn and watch the kitten sleep. So cute. So sweet. Oh how I'd rather sleep but life would pass me by if I let sleep take over every time I felt the need. No, I must type. Even if it is nonsense that flows through my fingertips. I must type until I can write again.