Christmas-Writers block 2.0
Pt 1 https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/12/alternate-christmas-writers-block.html Part 2: As the Australian summer heat clung to the air, the young writer—let’s call her Lila—lay sprawled across her bed, the crumpled letter to Santa still clutched in her hand. Her room was a haze of cigarette smoke and whiskey fumes, the typewriter sitting silent but triumphant on the desk. The letter, riddled with typos and raw honesty, was her first victory over the writer’s block that had plagued her since November. Though she was out cold, a faint smile curved her lips, as if her dreams were already weaving the naughty Christmas tale she’d begun. --- It was Christmas Eve, and the night air was warm, carrying the scent of eucalyptus and distant barbecues. Lila’s small apartment was a mess of empty bottles, scattered papers, and half-burned weed cigarettes. She’d managed to drag herself out of bed earlier, still buzzing from the night before, and had mailed the letter to Santa in a fit o...