It is 11:45- went 2 the fitness centre, had a sth.sth. galette, feel annoyed ateverything. It is still july, don’t feel like writing, but do it anyways. It is pretty stickytoday, it is a boring Sunday, time stands still. Am thinking about stuff, that I shouldformulate, everything mushes together, my to do lists are sitting somewhere, arenever done.She is not quite sure how to change the font for this document, she does not knowhow to make the text doublespaced, it is overcasty weather, the tv is shouting @her, deafeningly, life is sooooo very boring, she knows that she should either usethe first person singular or the third person singular for writing this, she is not quitesure if jumping from she to I and back is a stylistic effect or just plain stupid.Anyhoo, as long as she keeps on writing, she’ll be fine. She uses scribd, extensively,but she is sending her stuff to publishers too. She should find a literary agent. Atthis time, her first manuscript is on its way to Boston, somewhere midway in themail. She will have to wait some time for the answer, positive or negative, she is notquite sure how this will work out.Someone put the tv to the discovery channel, thus she is sitting here, watching thediscovery channel, while the world passes her by. typing her life away. typing herlife away. the show is about logging, trees, nature, while she is cooped here insidethese four walls. Outside she can see all the trees, she lives in a house on a tree-lined street, green, green, beautiful british Columbia. She feels like barfing. She’drather live in a house on a cliff, where she can see the elements, water, storm, aScottish coastline. This place here is much too blah. Then again, it is safe.It is 12:24. She has a lot of housework to do. She never does it anyways. Somehowshe will find the time, once she gets older and wiser. Once she grows up. The film is pretty loud and obnoxious, pretty dramatic. It is all about guys. Nofemale loggers. The person talking is a guy, the treecutting downers are all guys,very masculine film. Oh, no, there is a woman, there is another one.She ponders what to name this document. She ponders, she ponders. Life is justplain boring. She looks at her sunglasses. She should go swimming. She should dothis or that. why not? The page stumbles slowly to its end, it takes so much morewords to finish this, when there is no double-spacing going on. The remote control is lying on the sofa, oh no, the life of a couch potato is prettytough. Couch potato interrupted. The perils of a couch potato. She should find abetter subject matter. Domesticity is not really her forte, she could care less. Theonly reason she is hanging out @ home this much these days isbecause she doesnot know if this laptop will work in Starbucks. She has been typing 60 or 70 pages inthe last two weeks, she was forced to stay here at home. It is pretty tough to try towrite when you are inside a house, there is nothing going on to make the narrativeflow automatically. There is no motioning around her. Only inanimate objects. Thereis some noise, the dryer upstairs, the tv in the other room. There is the sound of her
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