Number 31 – Blogged
Sunday turns Monday – three minutes into the working week and Evelyn de-beds, boots her Mac, visits her blog c.p., creates a new post and starts typing.
Half twelve she posts her first entry in all of forever.
One a.m. she posts her second, half past – her third.
All night she’s writing – every thirty another post:
The grand design
Ideas for films, plays, and TV shows
6th Century Hebrew woodcarvings
Time for work. Ignoring alarms and typing merrily, Evelyn writes:
I couldn’t sleep last night, I was ever so tired, but couldn’t sleep. As I was lying there, still, calm, trying to empty my tiny little mind, all of a sudden I thought how wonderful it would be to be writing again, and now I can’t stop. I’ve been writing some of my best material ever all night, and work can go hang, I’ve never felt so good…
About lunch time, word spreads: “Crazy Evey – yes, Crazy Evey from Accounts – well, she’s finally flipped, stayed at home and is writing this odd, blog-thing…”
From: “John Waterman”
Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2004 13:13:49 +0100
To: “James Waterman”
Hey Kid Brother o’mine,
How’s it hanging? Not much going on here, but the staff have been distracted all morning by one of their number who seems to have lost the plot a little bit, has stayed home from work without letting anybody know, and is writing every half hour in her blog. Some of it’s actually not that bad – your kind of thing, I thought, but needless to say, she’s finished here – a shame, we had high hopes for her.
Looking forward to seeing you and the kids at the weekend,
Evelyn writes, and writes and writes.
Thanks for all your comments, everybody – I’ll try to respond to them when I get a moment, but I don’t want to distract myself from the writing – it seems that I’m ‘in the zone’. One strange thing I’ve noticed is that I’m not tired or hungry and I’ve been awake since before breakfast yesterday. I’ve not needed the loo since I started writing, either. Very odd.
Still, that’s not what this entry’s about…
Home time. And Evey’s going viral, over the ‘net like a hood on a klansman.
Teatime, Tuesday. TV news shows chez Evelyn, as voice over drones about the new star of the small(ish) screen (18″ TFT) and how there’s no answer at the door, but they’re expecting the next entry any minute now.
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Words on screen
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