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I’m in one of those days when people who play with words for a living like me just become plain scrappy, edgy, empty. As with the other days, I’ve tried all the rituals I’ve known which worked before—taking a cat nap, closing my eyes and flying into a void black space, drinking a cup of warm tea, reading other people’s work, listening to music. Still, nothing.
Must be the eyes. SInce I started editing news stories on Valentines Day 2005, my word pad has grown from ‘normal’ to ‘150%.’ My font has warped from Times New Roman 12 pts, to Arial 14 pts to the present Tahoma 18 pts.
I’m hearing the banter of our photographers from one far corner of the newsroom. I hear the merciless cracking of our police reporter’s keyboards. I hear the TV’s late afternoon singing contest, a laughter from the lifestyle section. I stop to look at my mind and try to squeeze some juices out of it. Nothing.
Just one of those days when you I wish I should have ticked that ‘other’ course I would have wanted to take when I filled up my UPCAT form. One of those days when I think what would life be if I’m just a simple clerk, a policeman, a call center agent, a medical representative.
I have to stand up now. Myabe I’ll find that big idea somewhere down the hall.
