Writer's Block (Complete)

Chapter 1

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I sit here all alone in my loft, thinking about what could have been? If I would have stayed with Alex, would we be happily married with two kids and a white picket fence or would we be divorced by now fighting over that house and those kids?

Alex was my high school sweet heart, I thought I was so in love but when the time came I left him in that one-horse town for bigger and better things, or so I thought. That was four years of college, three boyfriends and a few year at one dead end job after another job, so roughly ten years ago.

Hmm, sometimes I love my life of solitude, sitting in front of this window, staring out onto the street below, writing about other people's lives. Like right now I can look out onto the congested street below my apartment, watching as people flow down the sidewalks like drones, each headed to their own destination and in a hurry to get there. Cars trickle by as the sound of their occupants yelling at the other drivers make their way up to my window, where I'm perched. Everyone is in such a hurry around here that their manners elude them as they rush to make it to their destination on time, but this is the life I chose years ago. This is my life, I love my life here in Chicago.

Sometimes my mind carries me to the past to a slower life where saying please and thank you was part of everyone's vocabulary no matter what and sometimes I wonder what I missed out on. What would it be like to sit on the front porch of a beach house staring out at the ocean on the southernmost tip of the United states. To smell the salty sea air again and feel the soft sand under my toes as I walk down the beach. The beaches in Illinois are alright, but they are nothing like where I'm from, with their coarse sand, lack of salt scented water and an endless view of nothing but blue.

I can tell you all the wonderful things about island life but there are so many things that are terrible too, like the boring humdrum of doing the same thing every day, day in a and day out. In Chicago there are endless possibilities, endless things to keep you occupied. My favorite is watching the night skyline, with all the cities lights flickering like stars that have landed near the ground, it's never truly dark here and it's breathtaking. If I had to tell anyone of Chicago's best attraction that would be it. Go somewhere high up and look down at the beautiful view of Chicago at night.

I know a lot of people think this way from time to time, wondering about the past and what could have been. I'm no different, I'm not special, I'm normal, Right? I guess I should tell you what has my mind wandering to the past.

Hi, I'm Trina, a broke writer with really no writing skills at all, at least not at this moment. I live in a one room loft with my cat fluffy and no, he's not fluffy, it was a stupid joke made by my rude ex. Fluffy was his cat until about three weeks ago, when he moved out, screaming profanities at me as he packed his stuff. Good-bye Tom, nice knowing ya. I can't seem to keep men but that's alright, I don't mind being by myself.