The Writer’s Lament
by Tom B. Taker
The deadline loomed. A blank page mocked him.
He pounded the desk with his fist, spilling his gin.
“Dammit,” he moaned.
Then he knew. Inspired fingers leapt to the keys.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Shouts from the Abyss 
The best so far. Driven to drink…a true writer’s lament. 🙂
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Thanks! I thought the gin put a nice spin on it, too. Maybe one day I’ll regale you with the time I drank an entire bottle of gin in one sitting, by myself, in the dark. Coincidentally, that’s the same night I broke the toilet. Weird.
Boy were my roommates mad at me.
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You tell me that tale then I’ll tell you my Southern Comfort story. Not pretty.
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Perhaps a collaboration is in order?
The bottle of Tanqueray is just one of my two classic drinking stories. Both show me in a very classy light. I can’t wait to share.
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I’m a Bombay Sapphire lover myself. But hey…that’s why I’m here. To show you the error of your ways.
Question: you can show an old dog new tricks…right? 😉
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I’m partial to Tanqueray. I guess I’ll have to do a taste test. Then we’ll see about that old dog.
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I wouldn’t cry over spilled milk, but I would over spilled gin.
Bluecoat and Hendrick’s at our house.
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My homework is growing!
When I’m pouring shots and I spill on the counter, I don’t cry. I just bend down and slurp it up. It can be very beneficial having no dignity.
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HA. Loved it. Loved it lots and lots.
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Thank you very much. And here’s a secret factoid about this story. When his fingers were finally inspired, this is what they wrote:
The deadline loomed. A blank page mocked him.
🙂
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Powerful. Very nice piece.
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