Story of My Story
A Day in the Life of a Writer
Need to work on my story
Oooh... coffee's ready
Dog wants out
Five minutes later....
Need to work on my story
Hmmm... bathroom first
Hey, need toilet paper ...
Toilet needs a good scrubbing
Ten minutes later ...
Dog wants in
Need to work on my story
But ..., breakfast ...
Dang! Out of eggs
Need to run to the corner store
Forty-five minutes later ...
Dog wants out
Five minutes later...
Dog wants in
Need to work on my story
What's that on the News?
Wild fires in Hawaii being investigated...
Hey, The Voice finale
Dog wants out
Dog wants in
Three hours later ...
Need to work on my story
This laptop is a pain. So slow
Eighteen minutes later ...
Finally. But.... need a sandwich
Laptop finally loaded, tummy happy ...
Dog taking a nap
Need to work on my story
Oops.. Time to pick up the kids...
Two hours Seventeen minutes later
Gotta help make dinner
Ninety minutes later...
Gotta work on my story
What's that? Go for ice cream?
One hour forty-five minutes later
Dog wants out
Dog wants in
Forty-eight minutes later...
Wrote a paragraph.
Must be writer's block.
Better luck tomorrow
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Begrudgingly, I tromped down the deck stairs. The clomping of my reluctant feet hit each one as I continued to descend. The sound echoed through the silent Saturday morning air. My resolve to do this began to erode until a cool, soothing wind caressed my cheeks. The serene stillness of this quiet morning wrapped me in an envelope of peacefulness. I sighed in relief. Ready to start my least favourite chore, but knew no one else would do it. I grunted in displeasure as I leaned down and coated my brush in paint, then pressed it to the fence. Finally done procrastinating, I began, and I allowed muscle memory to take over.
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Comments (2)
Hahahahahhahahahaha this was sooooo relatable!
Lol. Oh, the poor neglected story. Relatable.