Writer's Paranoia- 3

I wipe the sweat from my brow waiting hoping praying. I made my submission four weeks passed, it took even longer to write my piece, 3 months to be exact. As I stare at the blank screen, the paranoia sets in and I think to myself The publishing company will know it was me, they will know the acts created were of my own. I did not mean to murder her, my wife. It was her laziness that finally set me off. I just asked her to iron my shirt, she couldn't even do that right. At first I thought that the iron had slipped, it was then that I realized, as the moments passed, that my hand was wrapped around the iron, gripped tight. From then on, after this sudden realization, I figured it wasn't so bad after all, at least I had something to write about for my next piece. So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen as the paranoia sets in. -Caroline Youngless