WRITING ODE

The story that was looking good and rapidly advancing. Had suddenly started using terms that were not quite so entrancing. This was plainly not the plan and not what I was after. Especially as the latest lines were now bereft of laughter

I sat there staring, mouthing words that may or may not work. And what of my protagonist – is he hero or is he jerk? Whilst contemplating many things, not least what happens next. I thought I’d try a different tack and be more circumspect.

But caution doesn’t sit that well with someone such as me. So, musings turned to other things, not least my G&T. I grabbed the tonic water bottle from off the upper shelf. The blasted thing was empty – not conducive to my health!

‘Well, never mind,’ I told myself. ‘I’m sure we can make do. With a slight change in proportions to make the single gin now two.’ This seemed like quite a clever plan and thus I started pouring

If nothing else, this afternoon would certainly not be boring… The drink was downed quite rapidly and tasted rather good. Which meant I had another – no thought to whether I should. Adverse effects seemed minimal, so one more did I pour

Or was it two or maybe three or could it have been four? ‘Twas then my eyes did seem to show some signs of double vision. And all at once, I started to regret my poor decision. Tonight no words would emanate from my aged, pickled head

And so, I thought, it’s time for me to head off to my bed. But not before I save my work, though useless it may be. And so my trembling fingers hovered over the myriad keys. And hit the ones I’d used before on so many occasions. To take good care of all my varied, valuable creations

With addled thoughts of nothing else but paracetamol. I wobbled out of my writing room and out into the hall. Despite my state of rapid and now painful deterioration. A worrying thought did weave its way through my intoxication

Had I pressed ‘Control’, ‘Alt’ and ‘Delete’ instead of ‘Control’ and ‘S’? This would explain my rapidly rising feeling of distress. But did I actually use the ‘Alt’ key or had I hit the ‘A’? With dire consequences, I felt myself begin to pray.

As time lurched past, I stood there in my hazy drunken stupor. And it dawned on me I’d made a somewhat major howling blooper. With ‘Control’ and ‘A’, I’d selected every word that I’d created. Then ‘Delete’ had done its work and to the bin it had migrated!

And now I stand here wondering – can I salvage all my work? Realisation dawning that it’s me that is the jerk! In all my years of scribbling and crafting dodgy rhyme. I’d never managed to delete the lot at such a crucial time

So, when you’re sat creating words and stories of great worth. Be they serious tomes of romance or little odes of mirth. Remember this sad monologue and turn your thoughts to this. Take care which keys you think you’ve hit, especially when you’re p..sed!