A day in the life of a writer by Pete Able

Pete Able studied Creative Writing at Rutgers University. He has published short stories in Tsuki Magazine and Foliate Oak Magazine.

In the morning I neglect the floorMuch, much longer than necessary.As I examine my face in the bathroom mirror,I contemplate the lighter side of suicide.

Many of my muscles have stopped working prematurely–Stooping for cereal bowls can be a harrowing experience.Invariably I find the afternoon overJust a few brief moments after my day has begun.I doodle in my notebook for a little while,I watch the ceiling fan give its performance,And–poof–it’s over.

Once it’s dark I sneak a drink from the kitchen cabinet.Even though it’s only two or three fingers of tequila,The woman living here always finds something to say.She takes offense at me drinking every night.But I have made a conscious decision to drink every night.

Going out for a smoke is the only way I get any fresh air.Sometimes I walk down the driveway to the street,Just so I can say I left the house that day.Oh, and once a week I take out the trash.