There ain’t no vacation for Writers.
Ideas M-fucker, DO YOU HAVE THEM?!
I get them constantly, it can’t stop.
Urgh…but you deserve a vacation, honey!
No I DON’T!
Stop shouting, why are you shouting?
Let ME WRITE. ARGHHH!
No. Stop. Get your dirty sand covered hands off my damn computer — I need to write.
Oh Shit, you broke the f-ing. God…!
Come for a swim!
I hope I drown.
Such is the misery of being a writer — the world will never understand your obsession.
You miserable soul.
You’re an addict, there ain’t no coffee shop or beach on the planet that can stop you from writing.
Pouring your heart out.
No matter how rubbish it sounds to you, you feel the need to get your thoughts down.
The people around you think you’re obsessed, you’ve gone crazy.
Scribbling in that notebook like a schizophrenic on acid.
Everybody around you wants to party, you’re standing there thinking “Where’s my next story?”.
People think you’re aloof, but you don’t like to gossip.
You’d rather observe the things that often go unnoticed.
The little knick knacks.
Paddling away…arghhh JUST LET ME WRITE!
JUST ONE MORE HIT. I PROMISE.
Look at you, you addict — get away from that thing.
No I WON’T! STOP.
Too much ARGHHH. (Note to self: Less ARGHHH)
Your friends think you’re trying to be Hank Moody.
But what the fuck do they know? I can’t even remember the last time I got laid.
I get my orgasms from writing.
Not those gigantic ones which make me ARGHHH, but the little passionate ones that make me go Ahhh…
Too sexual. (Note to self: Less Sexual Innuendos)
Speaking of sex, I wonder how they did it back in the day…hmm.
Might make for an interesting story.
Guess I found another subject to obsess over.
Let’s start googling — “vintage sex”.
Oh wait…what…the…that’s not what I was hoping for!
Why is there “vintage porn” on your computer?
Uhhh…it’s for my next article.
You’re so full of shit.
Full of shit…hmm. That could make for a interesting story.
Aren’t we all full of shit?
I’m leaving you.
I’M LEAVING YOU.
For Hank Moody.
I always knew that slippery bastard would steal my imaginary friend!