After breakfast I sat at my computer. I stared at the stars on the screen. The sun bounced off the creambrick wall of the factory into my study. It was warm. I was cosy.
The sky was blue. The homeless street kids who roamed the city streets at night had gone. Radio National droned in the background. I could not write.
I stared at the screen. No inspiration. I drank more coffee. I felt depressed. I would never achieve my vision of becoming that big time journalist by 2004. I wanted to be read across the nation by all those movers and shakers, as they drank their morning coffee in their favourite inner city cafe whilst fielding the calls on their mobiles.
I logged onto the internet. I read Tim Blair's weblog. I was alive. My day as a human being had begun.
The moral of the story is? There is none.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at May 22, 2003 12:42 PM | TrackBack