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A Writer’s Life
Flash fiction
Morning reigned as the sky shifted in bright aestheticism. A new day for a writer; what would Willow write about today? Maybe the flowers or the pink lakes in Australia.
Willow sipped from his cup of coffee and sat at the patio to carry out his meditation ritual — for him, it was no thinking, no writing. His cat didn’t agree. It’d been weeks since he took a break, maybe today was the day.
He pondered as the harsh sky judged him for being an over-worker. Was it Willow’s fault? His editor criticized his not-so-bad manuscripts, It’d been a whole three weeks without paying productivity.
He genuinely enjoyed writing though; there was no reason to doubt himself. His eyelids ascended as he inhaled the air that smelled of cat fur.
“I guess I should really take a break, Mocha,” he said to his cat.
His decision had been a painful one to make — but it was for the better. Instead of stress-writing, he’d rather take some time off — just a day or a week wouldn’t hurt.
He shifted on the seat, laid his head on the tabletop, and drifted to an early morning gift of sleep — it was a first for him — it felt good.
In relation to the stress workers go through; it could be harmful to your mental health if you keep pushing yourself. Don’t feel guilty to take a day off, don’t give up your well-being for the fellowship of the human pattern of life.
