Day Seven - Write to Eleven
Day Seven, just after 11:00PM, and things are working a little better. I channeled some of the angst about returning to the office and wrote the office scene that I had been avoiding. I guess I needed to get a taste of it again to accurately represent it. Funny how that works, but experience is the best source to draw on.
…maybe I’ll get a few hundred words in…
I’m still behind, but If I can manage to keep this pace up this week and still get the “day” job done, things will be OK into the weekend. Tomorrow the day job is sending me to some god-forsaken outpost of the Gigantic Concrete empire to oversee a new wireless network installation. It’s going to take hours, and my task will be about 30 minutes start to finish, so maybe I’ll get a few hundred words in there. Likely not as plans in IT never survive contact with the enemy, but hope springs eternal.
Excerpt:
“Hey Jack, want to see something really cool?”
I stopped and turned around.
“My wife got me this,” said Charlie, as he bent down and retrieved something from the credenza behind his desk. When he came back up he placed a small scale model of a guillotine on his desk. It was made of wood with a metal blade and looked functional. He reached over to the far corner of his desk and opened the humidor and took out a cigar. I watched amazed as he placed the cigar into bascule of the device, clamping the lunette over the its end. He flipped a switch and the blade came down, cutting the end of the cigar off making it ready to smoke. “Is that cool or what?”
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