I have thus finished the hardest part, so far, of my uuummm WIP - work in progress. And I kid you not, its been hard.
But worth every single drop of sweat. It was terribly hard on my fingers..... this hitting of the backspace key. No endless paper to waste.
That's what I loved about those old day typewriters... you typed... no you banged, one finger after laborious finger... and at the end of the sentence.... when the idea that had occurred to you to be 'The idea' does not look to be so much of an idea on paper after all, you practically ripped off the paper, frustrated at self, crumpled it up, perfectly, and like for the hundredth time managed to miss the waste paper basket at the other end of the nearly bare room and add on to the crumpled mess that now gathered picturesquely around the said basket.
How will I ever fit the picture of a struggling artist with a sleek Dell.... can't even afford the ubiquitous Mac.
Anyway, enough of the pity party.... nobody cares for the struggling artist... especially when he doesn't look like one. They will never make a movie about me.. boo hoo hooooo!
I have this dark feeling that I will wake up tomorrow undiscovered as yet, and have to face another Monday. To be honest with you... I always am actually...
But, seriously, I honestly don't know if I can face another Monday. I hate Mondays... I hate them so bad that hate is boiling over onto Sundays as well. See, there would not be Monday if it weren't for Sunday... right? I know we are supposed to rest and not work on Sunday, if like me its your seventh day.... right?
But how can I get any rest when all I do is get worked up over the ensuing madness that is my Mondays? Usually I am so worked up I can't even get sleep when I go to bed. Then I have to turn to the Russians for help... and so far they've always come thru for me... in a way they have.
Where was I going with this?
Oh yeah! Here...