Richard admitted, he was envious of the woman at the window. He'd met her once before, knew her name was Karen and that, like him, she was an aspiring writer. Every evening, whilst walking his dog, he saw her sitting in her dimly lit study, staring at a screen.
I wish I was that disciplined, he thought. By the time she's finished her novel, I'll still be on my first chapter.
As Richard wandered past, Karen readied herself for her next game of Fortnight Battle Royale. She'd practiced long enough. Tonight she was determined to be the last player standing.
I wish I was that disciplined, he thought. By the time she's finished her novel, I'll still be on my first chapter.
As Richard wandered past, Karen readied herself for her next game of Fortnight Battle Royale. She'd practiced long enough. Tonight she was determined to be the last player standing.
