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eskil_douglasWhen the writer's-block that’s been plaguing him finally lifts it’s not like the floodgates open but rather as they’ve been ripped from their hinges and swept away by a roaring unforgiving tide that cannot be stemmed. Word upon word rushes out of him, sentence upon sentence flows from his mind through his arm and the pen to be scribbled down and followed by more words - more sentences. It’s creativity bordering on madness that sees him bent over his desk filling page after page after page.
Two days, fueled by unhealthy amounts of coffee and cigarettes (and a few nibbles of the sandwiches that Mr. Grams brings him). Two days without sleep, with cancelled plans, with a cramped up hand, aching muscles in his neck, back and backside, and sore red-rimmed eyes. Two days, where the usually so tidy little office fills with cups, overfilled ashtrays and paper everywhere! Two days, before he slumps over his desk and falls asleep from exhaustion - pen still in hand and with an almost pained smile on his lips.
After that he can finally be coaxed to take a bath and change his clothes and eat a warm meal. As drained as he is he still can’t help but feel pleased, finally having accomplished something again. He has much left to do, just reading through what he’s written will take a fair chunk of time and then the editing... but that can wait at least until tomorrow he tells himself as he finally crawls into bed for a good nights rest.
Two days, fueled by unhealthy amounts of coffee and cigarettes (and a few nibbles of the sandwiches that Mr. Grams brings him). Two days without sleep, with cancelled plans, with a cramped up hand, aching muscles in his neck, back and backside, and sore red-rimmed eyes. Two days, where the usually so tidy little office fills with cups, overfilled ashtrays and paper everywhere! Two days, before he slumps over his desk and falls asleep from exhaustion - pen still in hand and with an almost pained smile on his lips.
After that he can finally be coaxed to take a bath and change his clothes and eat a warm meal. As drained as he is he still can’t help but feel pleased, finally having accomplished something again. He has much left to do, just reading through what he’s written will take a fair chunk of time and then the editing... but that can wait at least until tomorrow he tells himself as he finally crawls into bed for a good nights rest.
