DAY IN LIFE OF A WRITER
writer wakes up around 10. Then he has breakfast (1).
After breakfast he usually glances at his watch, and
is usually dumbfounded (2). Then he rushes from his
flat. On his way, sentences flow on from each other
inside his head. He will write them all down, as soon
as he reaches the coffeehouse 'Evergreen' (3). He drinks
coffee and reads the newspapers (4). He has lunch, parenthetically
(5). He gets bored after lunch. He walks. Talks to people
(6). The writer spends his evening thinking. Avoiding
polemics and similar requitals (7). He has an attitude
of dignity on all occasions. Before midnight he catches
his tram (8). He sleeps a little. Wakes up in the morning
(9). Around ten o'clock.
Attention! Some writers do not have breakfast. However,
this is a significant writer. He has breakfast on an
Some writers never look at their watches. They do not
mind the time.
There are writers who dislike The Evergreen. However,
that is their problem.
Not all the newspapers, only specific ones. Usually,
when reading the newspapers, the writer opens them widely.
So the world can see him reading!
All writers have lunch!
A real writer is discerned by having countenance in
It is better to keep away from those.
Slumberous and morose.
DAY IN THE LIFE OF A WRITER
overdid the spree, thought Deyna, a Polish emigrant
writer and wended his way to the shower.
a cold shower, he threw a glance at the body of a sleeping
secondary school girl, whose name he has forgotten in
the meantime, and who layed blissfully stretched over
his bed. He drunk a sip of cold coffee from the kitchen
coffee machine and phoned the headquarters of the 'Nice-Matina'.
cancelled the collaboration on the Sunday edition during
next month. Deyna left a message to the girl on the
kitchen table, packed his things and set out to St Paul
Sur Ubaye, a mountain village in which an artist could
find peace, so much needed by artists.
woke around 11 a.m. and had no difficulties finding
the message on the table:
am leaving Nice for a certain period of time. My publisher's
deadline is approaching. I am not coming back until
I write some thirty pages of short stories. Otherwise,
I will be obliged to return advance-money.
me a call sometime. Love, Deyna'
same evening, in the loneliness of his workroom, up
in the mountain village, Deyna wrote down:
only thing worse than waking up side by side with another
slut - is sitting in front of the blank paper inserted
in the typewriter.'