I want to smoke.
But not be a smoker.
I have this idea of a steriotypical independant author, although I know it is completly unrealistic. So then I guess its not a steriotypical writer, but a strange image from a creative corner of my mind.
He is moody with messy hair and a cigarette dangling between his lips. He his hunched over a typewriter in his loft in a cabin in the woods, a desk lamp to his left being the only light in the room. His brow is slightly furrowed as he struggles to capture a scene.
I want to be just like that. The cigarette, the loft, the desk lamp, the cabin. But of course I would leave the cigarettes and bad attitude behind for they are both bad habits.