Okay, I bought you a cup of coffee ($1.00). I hope you enjoy. I raise my cup, freshly ground, black and steaming just like I like it. That first sip ah now that's nice. My day starts at 2 am. I get up and the house is quiet, peaceful. I like to write then. My first hour is spent reading what I wrote before. I have short-term memory loss, so my memories never make it to long term. This is what I have to do every day to remember. I find grammar, sentence structure errors and before I know it; I am engrossed in the story. It builds itself around me, block by block, chapter after chapter. Time passes. Before I know it, 4 am my lovely wife is up and then the kids. Time to stop, but I don't want to. 7 am, Responsibility, kids call me away. It's like leaving a piece of myself behind, leaving that story on the screen. Tomorrow I will do it again. I wish sometimes to just do it all day. But there is that big bully in the room called responsibility. With a sigh, I save and close it down. Tomorrow, my love, I shall return as I brush my fingertips lightly across the now darkened keyboard and walk away.
Until tomorrow, looking forward to your next 9 am email.
Hello Chris,
Okay, I bought you a cup of coffee ($1.00). I hope you enjoy. I raise my cup, freshly ground, black and steaming just like I like it. That first sip ah now that's nice. My day starts at 2 am. I get up and the house is quiet, peaceful. I like to write then. My first hour is spent reading what I wrote before. I have short-term memory loss, so my memories never make it to long term. This is what I have to do every day to remember. I find grammar, sentence structure errors and before I know it; I am engrossed in the story. It builds itself around me, block by block, chapter after chapter. Time passes. Before I know it, 4 am my lovely wife is up and then the kids. Time to stop, but I don't want to. 7 am, Responsibility, kids call me away. It's like leaving a piece of myself behind, leaving that story on the screen. Tomorrow I will do it again. I wish sometimes to just do it all day. But there is that big bully in the room called responsibility. With a sigh, I save and close it down. Tomorrow, my love, I shall return as I brush my fingertips lightly across the now darkened keyboard and walk away.
Until tomorrow, looking forward to your next 9 am email.
James Winter