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neutral_omens2005-09-26 09:59 pm
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Date: Sep. 20
Setting: Manor lobby
Summary: Michael begins his romance novel.
Status: Public
It was mocking him. The paper. The pen. The typewriter. The high-speed wireless internet connection on his sleek, sexy laptop.
All of them. Mocking him.
Michael was sitting on one side of the Manor's lobby, with his writing implements strategically built around him. He had sat here* for the past two months, being mocked by inanimate objects.
Why were they mocking him? He suspected one of two reasons.
1. Because he was incompetent and other nasty self-hating terms, and they KNEW that he could never write a short story, let alone a whole novel. Especially a romance novel.
2. Because they were evil and implements of the Devil, in which case he would have to regretfully smite them.
He sniffled a little bit. Two months really was getting ridiculous. But no, not even a shimmering of an idea for an idea that would be awe inspiring and respectable. Or one that could be written to be swoon-inducing with lots of hot-- well, no, he wasn't going to think much about that. It was sort of embarassing...
The pad of paper suddenly became slightly smug in addition to mocking.
*Well, alright, not literally HERE, he'd gotten up to go to his room and sleep, and had gone Out to eat quite a bit
Setting: Manor lobby
Summary: Michael begins his romance novel.
Status: Public
It was mocking him. The paper. The pen. The typewriter. The high-speed wireless internet connection on his sleek, sexy laptop.
All of them. Mocking him.
Michael was sitting on one side of the Manor's lobby, with his writing implements strategically built around him. He had sat here* for the past two months, being mocked by inanimate objects.
Why were they mocking him? He suspected one of two reasons.
1. Because he was incompetent and other nasty self-hating terms, and they KNEW that he could never write a short story, let alone a whole novel. Especially a romance novel.
2. Because they were evil and implements of the Devil, in which case he would have to regretfully smite them.
He sniffled a little bit. Two months really was getting ridiculous. But no, not even a shimmering of an idea for an idea that would be awe inspiring and respectable. Or one that could be written to be swoon-inducing with lots of hot-- well, no, he wasn't going to think much about that. It was sort of embarassing...
The pad of paper suddenly became slightly smug in addition to mocking.
*Well, alright, not literally HERE, he'd gotten up to go to his room and sleep, and had gone Out to eat quite a bit