SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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So I sit down at the computer this morning with an idea for a non-erotic running through my head. I kick on the CD Player and drop a couple of disks in it then pull up my writing program. (M.S. Works) I start to type as the music plays in the background.
I drop into a rythem and don't notice when the disks change. Nor do I notice when my wife refills the coffee cup at my side or replaces my burned down Cigars. I'm in the groove and the story is pouring out of me as fast as my fingers can type.
When I finally come up for air the rough draft is done and several hours have passed. My head aches and the printer hums as it spits out the seven and a half pages.
I wander outside to get some fresh air as my wife sits down to read the story. She comes out a bit later as I'm watering the rose bush and tells me she likes the story.
Now comes the not so fun times. I have to edit the damned story. (I hate editing but it is needed.)
Sometime I suppose I'll be posting it here. Even though it isn't an erotic.
Cat
I drop into a rythem and don't notice when the disks change. Nor do I notice when my wife refills the coffee cup at my side or replaces my burned down Cigars. I'm in the groove and the story is pouring out of me as fast as my fingers can type.
When I finally come up for air the rough draft is done and several hours have passed. My head aches and the printer hums as it spits out the seven and a half pages.
I wander outside to get some fresh air as my wife sits down to read the story. She comes out a bit later as I'm watering the rose bush and tells me she likes the story.
Now comes the not so fun times. I have to edit the damned story. (I hate editing but it is needed.)
Sometime I suppose I'll be posting it here. Even though it isn't an erotic.
Cat
