I just found out that I got a 100 on this story. How awesome is that?
The light keeps flickering an intermittent pattern so slightly forceful that it pulls my attention from the computer whenever I type more than five words. Five words. I can’t write more than five words before a delusional fantasy binge takes my mind in an entirely different direction. And the fact that this $4.00 scone tastes like it was made eight years ago doesn’t help.
My laptop mocks me in those moments of trying to figure out what comes next. To end the “and then she walks in…” sentence. At this point, having Microsoft Word open is like the first 30 minutes of a young adult novel; it’s cold, I’m alone, and I just don’t belong here. No matter how hard I push forward, the cursor keeps blinking, demanding more.
I usually don’t write this early in the day. I guess I’m what you call a night person. Having a beer…
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