The key to success as an author is to write something every day. So say the experts.
I glared at the sign above my desk and muttered, “That’s all very well for them to say, but I’ve just done a twelve-hour shift with ten minutes for lunch, come home, cooked dinner, fed the cat, done three loads of washing and now it’s after midnight. The last thing I’m capable of right now is getting my creative juices flowing. Just tuck me into my own little bed, sing me a lullaby and I’ll be your best friend.”
Write … write … yawn Come on girl wake up. You have a deadline for that article.
“Cat, do you have to sit exactly where I’m writing? Travis, will you please leave my pen alone – I’m trying to think. Travis NO!” my fickle feline friend leapt from my desk to the windowsill and turned his back on me.
“That’s right Travis, you be a nice little cat and sit there and watch the goods train trundle by. Oooh, look, there’s a nice long one for you … a nice long, very noisy one. WOW! Look at that; forty-eight wagons and they’re all changing tracks right outside my window.”
What possessed me to buy an apartment right next to the main railway line? Because in a word, it’s fantastic! Okay, that’s two words. But it has two bedrooms, big lounge room, separate dining room, nice sunny kitchen, huge bathroom – infact the bathroom is bigger than the second bedroom – lovely big balcony, lockup garage, my own private security entrance and it’s all mine – all three floors of it. Well, mine, and the banks for the next fourteen years.
Thinking that some fresh air would clear the fuzzies away and aid my concentration, I wandered downstairs, switched the percolator on, and went out onto the balcony. Travis deigned to follow me, brushing up against my legs as I stood looking skyward. The air was crisp and clear. “Gosh Travis, look at all those stars; aren’t they beautiful?”
Travis stared at me with his golden eyes and twitched his ears disdainfully.
“Don’t look at me like that cat, I’m thinking… okay, I’m thinking about thinking.”
The smell of coffee drew me back inside and filling my biggest mug, I headed back to my desk with my friend racing up the stairs ahead of me.
Write something every day… Yawn yeah, I should … I guess it won’t take that long. I’ll just sit on my bed and take my shoes off. I’ll be able to concentrate better with my shoes off. I’ll … Mmmm, this is nice... don’t you just love the smell of fresh sheets? Big, soft fluffy pillow, a warm, snuggly, feather quilt calling, enticing… No! I have to write something… I mustn’t succumb to the lure of the comfort of a warm, soft bed…
I’ll just lie here for a bit and… wow, look at the way the light shining through the fish tank makes the water shimmer on the ceiling. It’s so soothing… relaxing in a weird sort of way. It’s like a… a…
"Oomph… Travis, get off my stomach. That’s good - snuggle around my knees."
No, wait… I need to get up; have my coffee… need to keep awake to write.
"Travis, stop purring, you need to wake up. Wake up… need coffee… pen… where’s my pen?"
Mmmm, this is nice... don’t you just love the smell of fresh sheets? Don’t you love the…
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