Uninspiring
Nic ol a s Vig er- Colli ns
Grab a bottle of whiskey and a pack of smokes. Open your laptop, pull up a new word document, light a cigarette, and pour yourself a glass of whiskey. Start typing whatever comes to mind; first comes the idea, second comes the editing. Frantically type away, the glow from the screen and the embers of the cigarette the only lighting sources around you. You hit a wall, why not listen to some music while you’re at it, some Madonna? You have a drink and write. One song goes by, then another song, then you realize you’ve stopped writing and you’ve finished the entire True Blue album. It’s late, you’re tired and a little buzzed. You’ll continue writing tomorrow. Grab a bottle of wine, a pack of smokes. Open your laptop and return where you left off yesterday. You feel like listening to music again; this time you put on some Bowie. You type “we can be heroes, just for one day.” Stop, delete