This was something I was working on for the whole write a novel in a month thing, I totally forgot what it was called. but this is something I want to continue working on. Not sure where to take it.
.................
It has been months since she had finished a novel.
Stacks of blank paper sit beside a vintage typewriter. As an old record player relapses back into a classic groove she begins to make scratches on a piece of paper, jotting down names and titles. Hoping maybe that will spark something more down the road. Her mind is rusty and out of shape. She is over complicating the process instead of letting it just come to her. If only she could just tab the vein instead of biting the hand she needs to pull out of this mental slump.
In frustration she pushes over a bottle "Fuck, what's my problem"
Picking it up and throwing it against the wall
The needle skips and the song repeats, its the same slump she's been listening too for years The Clash "London Calling"
There is a knock on the door and almost as if she is awaken from a daydream, she looks at the door confused.
"What the hell!?"
She wraps her robe around her and walks to the door.
"Patricia open up it's me LaurenI know your in there"
Patricia opens the door still half asleep, her hair is a mess and tangled mid way down her back her breath still tastes of the morning.
"What time is it?" she asks
Lauren's eyes show a touch of concern for her friend, in her opinion she knows that Patricia couldn't have had more than a few hours a sleep in a given week. She knows that her friend is running her body into the ground and needs to get out even if its only for just a few hours.
"It's almost 1:00have you been up all night?"
She can tell by the shape of the room just what kind of night Patricia was having.
"You really need to let some light in here" she says opening up the blinds just enough for the light to come in. Patricia shields her eyes and screws up her face as if the rays were something alien to her. Clearing a seat on the couch Lauren sits down on the couch picking up a magazine and placing it on the coffee table next to a bunch a collection of take out boxes.
"Lets go out and see a movie or something at lest to get you out of the house"
"I am on to something big I just know it" Patricia says with a distant look in her eye.
Lauren can tell that sleep deprivation is really starting to get to her and decides to change up her approach a bit and become a bit more stern with her.
"Trish, I am really worried about you, when was the last time you slept or even looked in a mirror for that matter, sweetie I don't mean to nag you but you don't look good, promise me you will come out with me just for a little bit"
Patricia agrees half heartedly all the while thinking its only for a few hours and then I will be right back here working on my newest novel.
"Aright give me 30 min to clean up and get ready and then we will go"
She walks into her room and turns on her stereo, letting Cake resume where they last left off a week ago with a cover of "Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps". By now the water has become the right temperature and she makes her way to the shower. It's been ages since she has felt really clean but this is not a time for her to relax by the time Cake is on to "It's Coming Down" she is out and dressed. She reaches over and grabs her bag and before she can dry her hair she downstairs
"Alright lets get this over with"
Just outside the clouds are slowly turning gray as a mid afternoon rain shower sweeps in over this small New Jersey town.
.................
It has been months since she had finished a novel.
Stacks of blank paper sit beside a vintage typewriter. As an old record player relapses back into a classic groove she begins to make scratches on a piece of paper, jotting down names and titles. Hoping maybe that will spark something more down the road. Her mind is rusty and out of shape. She is over complicating the process instead of letting it just come to her. If only she could just tab the vein instead of biting the hand she needs to pull out of this mental slump.
In frustration she pushes over a bottle "Fuck, what's my problem"
Picking it up and throwing it against the wall
The needle skips and the song repeats, its the same slump she's been listening too for years The Clash "London Calling"
There is a knock on the door and almost as if she is awaken from a daydream, she looks at the door confused.
"What the hell!?"
She wraps her robe around her and walks to the door.
"Patricia open up it's me LaurenI know your in there"
Patricia opens the door still half asleep, her hair is a mess and tangled mid way down her back her breath still tastes of the morning.
"What time is it?" she asks
Lauren's eyes show a touch of concern for her friend, in her opinion she knows that Patricia couldn't have had more than a few hours a sleep in a given week. She knows that her friend is running her body into the ground and needs to get out even if its only for just a few hours.
"It's almost 1:00have you been up all night?"
She can tell by the shape of the room just what kind of night Patricia was having.
"You really need to let some light in here" she says opening up the blinds just enough for the light to come in. Patricia shields her eyes and screws up her face as if the rays were something alien to her. Clearing a seat on the couch Lauren sits down on the couch picking up a magazine and placing it on the coffee table next to a bunch a collection of take out boxes.
"Lets go out and see a movie or something at lest to get you out of the house"
"I am on to something big I just know it" Patricia says with a distant look in her eye.
Lauren can tell that sleep deprivation is really starting to get to her and decides to change up her approach a bit and become a bit more stern with her.
"Trish, I am really worried about you, when was the last time you slept or even looked in a mirror for that matter, sweetie I don't mean to nag you but you don't look good, promise me you will come out with me just for a little bit"
Patricia agrees half heartedly all the while thinking its only for a few hours and then I will be right back here working on my newest novel.
"Aright give me 30 min to clean up and get ready and then we will go"
She walks into her room and turns on her stereo, letting Cake resume where they last left off a week ago with a cover of "Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps". By now the water has become the right temperature and she makes her way to the shower. It's been ages since she has felt really clean but this is not a time for her to relax by the time Cake is on to "It's Coming Down" she is out and dressed. She reaches over and grabs her bag and before she can dry her hair she downstairs
"Alright lets get this over with"
Just outside the clouds are slowly turning gray as a mid afternoon rain shower sweeps in over this small New Jersey town.