He woke up.
Yet as soon as he opened his eyes he knew that today was different.
The crusty eyes, dry mouth and phlegm in his throat because of the soot filled air felt the same yet different.
His morning routines were done faster and with more efficiency.
He had a hint of what it was as he held his phone and on random chose a song.
He knew what it was when the song started playing and in tandem he searched for others and added them to the queue.
He was near tears when he started writing, bobbing his head and dancing in tune to the songs.
He was Awake!!
For close to 10 days he had been in a lull, and immediately just after he came out of one.
The idea of a story that was just at the limits of his mind, yet as his thumbs come to the keyboard, it flutters away and he's left with a blank screen.
Quickly, he brewed a cup of coffee, humming to the song and planned the workings of the story in his head.
With renewed drive and hope, the regular draining morning chores were done in a breeze..
He was awake as early as 6 and by 7:30 he was done with everything.
He sat down, ready to begin, just then a call came.
His friend, pretty close but not as close as they used to and thought they would continue to be.
She was going through a midlife crisis and it seemed as though every day a new episode was added to the relationship arc.
The writer in him screamed at the amount of stories he could build from her experiences, but the friend in him valued her privacy more than literary fame.
The plot of today was genuinely shocking and it seemed to be the climax of her relationship arc.
She asked for advice. One he knew she would most likely not follow.
Still he advised in a call that lasted for several minutes; she needed to rant and all he had to do was listen, and past encouraging and conversational comments.
"Really?" "That doesn't sound right." "What did he say then?"
Sometimes he didn't even need to fully listen to the story. He just needed to be there, she just needed him to be there.
After a few hints and a promise he'll call her back later in the day, she finally ended the call.
He relaxed back into the chair. It was 8am, the world was fully awake now and his coffee was cold enough to simply gulp.
His mind had decided on a theme of stories though, when it was active like this, it was like a whirlwind of ideas and it was up to him to choose one, settle on it and plot it out without being distracted.
Yet it seemed that morning was built for just distractions, for as he started typing another call came him which he immediately answered.
"Hello?"..
It was a second friend with the same midlife crisis although a different theme.
He had already picked, he couldn't just end the call now so begrudgingly, he replied.
"Hello Ella..."
This particular call went on for quite a while, although less story worthy than the first it was still serious.
He employed his conversational comments as she off-loaded and asked for his advice.
Money troubles were known by all, yet how to fix it is something that only those with the drive can do for themselves.
An hour later and the call was done, and the idea which he initially had was gone too.
The early morning euphoria was dying off and by 9am, with the sun peeking out he could feel his despair rising.
An emotion. That's all he needed to create art.
He entered a new note, nothing in his mind, no story to tell.
Yet he somehow knew what to do. If he doesn't have any story to write, he'll just write about his experiences. Write about his morning.
So with an empty mind but a clear purpose he started writing..
"He woke up..."
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The way distractions slowly killed his motivation felt painfully relatable. Tbh, the ending was really clever 🤯
Thanks love✨
Nice story
Hi @seki1,
It's great to see your story here. We are waiting for your second comment. As soon as we read it we will curate.
Thank you!
Already done..
Sorry for the delay😂
How very clever you are my young friend. Why do I get the feeling your are writing from experience?
We have all been there, I think, waiting for the energy, the inspiration and then have it drained away.
Great first and last lines :)
Well I won't really claim anything is non fiction but I assure you some entirely are😂😂
Hope you're having a great day @agmoore ♥️✨
A story that sounds like an anecdote, haha. I think every writer has gone through a similar experience; I admit I have, and on more than one occasion I've lost concentration or inspiration because I was the one listening. But we have to be there for those who need us when they need us, so writing isn't always a priority.
A story that touches those of us who dream with words deep inside. A beautifully written story.
Thanks for sharing your story with us.
Excellent day.