My Novel

It’s really easy. You just put the sugar in the tea and you have the warm story in your head. That’s what I’m thinking. But somehow I couldn’t do that anymore. The sugar turned into salty salt, and the tea was coffee. It was awfully salty and not sweet and warm. My story was destroyed. So, I’m going to find a new one.

For breakfast, I had bread and Nutella. That moist chocolate spread gave me an idea. But, somehow, it can’t grind my mind into a real story. Chocolate, was the only word grinding. And that was it. I could keep it into my mind until later.

I was ready to go to work. I stepped out of my house and went into my cab. The driver, was driving peacefully. Peace. An idea already! I grinded it together with the chocolate. But, still. No story to be found. I started getting angrier. But, I cooled it down once I had a cup of water from the water fountain. My boss called a meeting. We all had a chatty meeting. I didn’t enjoy it. Miserable and chatty popped into my head, and it was grinding almost in an instance.

The story wasn’t found and I was really depressed. Then, when I arrived back home, took a bath, had my dinner, went to sleep, I suddenly, had my story in the morning…

It was a story about a women who was finding a story. She was eating chocolate bars in the morning, going to work in a cab, having a meeting, feeling miserable – and finding her story the next morning. It was simple. And that’s when I found out a new strategy.

Make a story your life. Easy. But probably when I do it again it might turn out the wrong, way, round…

THE END