Death Sentence

I have a sense of being halfway there.

Perhaps I’m being optimistic. Though I can see the road ahead, I know I will face further temptations in the second half. It will be difficult to resist shortcuts and leave out painful interludes, but I must persist, focus on the next step all the time.

My resolve is stronger than ever. I’m writing with greater confidence and I can work for longer periods without getting lost or taking breaks. Could it be that the critic is approaching? He has stepped out from the shadows and I sense him by my side, like a guide or a travelling companion.

But I’m alone.

I realize this when I look up from the screen and stare into the darkness. I listen out, but there is no advice or directions. My route is already determined and I must follow it if I’m to ever arrive.

So I turn my eyes back to the screen and take another step.