A Perfect Writing Day

On a perfect writing day, I'd wake up around 9 AM, feeling fully rested and refreshed. I would remember all my dreams. They would be intricate, with plots and twists and turns of fate. Perhaps I would awaken from a dream of my blond guardian angel, who has been with me since I was fourteen. The beautiful colors and scenes in my dreams would inspire me.

I'd power up the computer, turn on word, and away I'd go. My fingers would fly over the keys. Maybe I'd write poetry or an essay. A short story would appear fullblown and pop onto the screen, almost without my fingers having to intervene.

After writing for hours I would shock myself by looking at the clock and seeing how much time had passed. I would stagger away from the computer, a little disoriented, and find myself a delicious lunch of cheese, crackers and fruit. I'd make myself feel like I was at a party. Then I'd bring a glass of diet soda back to the computer and jump back in.

When I stopped at dinnertime, I'd have a first draft of a story or article that I'd know was sure to be a hit.