By
White Feather
George’s
morning was just like every single one of his mornings. He awoke each
morning at 6 a.m. sharp. After performing ablutions he would take a
short walk around the neighborhood. It was the best time of day for a
walk.
He
would then come back inside and have breakfast. Every single morning his
breakfast was exactly the same. He would eat three eggs and nothing
else — and he did not even eat all of the eggs. With the fried eggs on
his plate he would cut away the white part of the eggs and then scoop
the yolk whole into his mouth. There is nothing like the taste and
texture of a hot egg yolk exploding in one’s mouth. Over ninety per cent
of all the nutrition found in an egg is in the yolk. The white parts of
George’s eggs ended up in the trash.
After
breakfast, George would fix himself a tall glass of ice water then he
would proceed to his desk where he would boot up his laptop. He then
spent the rest of the morning writing. Seven days a week, every morning
was the same.
Today,
George found himself staring at the blank screen for a very long time.
It is not that he had nothing to write about. Writer’s block is
something he never experienced. It is because he was thinking intensely
about his writing and how it was like an addiction.....
