It came to life in an expensive arty-farty Moleskine—maybe I fancied myself as the next Hemingway. I even bought a posh Parker pen. Only the best tools, right? But as time went on and times got desperate, the Moleskine got swapped out for paper from bins and skips, and the Parker for biros I’d stolen from cheap snack-bars and post offices.
But I didn’t give up. I continued to scribble beneath dim streetlights, in dingy alleyways, and as close to the neon glow of storefronts as their owners would allow. Come hell or high water, I’d complete this book.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
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Love this and actually can relate!!! Cheers! 🤣
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I hope it spurs you to keep writing, no matter what! 😀
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Yes! 🙂
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Love the determination of this writer. I hope s/he numbers all those reclaimed scraps of paper or the book could read a number of different ways.
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Ha ha! Very true! Wouldn’t want to read the ending before the beginning… or some such! 😛
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Whatever gets the job done 👍
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Thanks Jody! 😛
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It is all about determination.
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That’s true. One foot after the other, again and again and again.
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A good Parker pen never wrote good stories. But one or two excellent ones came out of a Waterman. 😛 #IhateParker
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#iprefertouseabiro
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