04/12/2023
I'm a little sad I let people discourage my literary attempts. I'll slowly try and catch up with sharing them.
I wrote the following fragment about 20 years ago. I'll translate it, although it's more expressive in German:
When I woke, in joyful anticipation of another wasted day, the doorbell rang. The mailman! Damnit! I had dreaded this. Crestfallen, I accepted the parcel and opened it dutyfully.
"Creativity Rules!"
The title of the book leapt out and took on the shape of an armed revolutionary, challenging me with his gaze.
I cast a quick glance at his dagger - what was the French word for dagger again?
I asked him.
"Don't deflect!" he hissed.
Embarrassed I poured some coffee in my cup, offered it to him. He knocked it out of my hand.
"Come on, what are you wanting for? The world is yours! We have to start right away! "
I squirmed. "Well, you know - what would I be doing with the world... And besides, it waits."
He looked at me with irritation.
"Besides, I've a mountain of laundry waiting for me, the sink is overfull, and I haven't finished my phonetics exercises either..."
"No problem," he said in a hurry and got to work immediately.
"S**t." I sighed deeply. "Where can I get a new excuse from now?