small cheap rooms where you walk down the hall to the bathroom can seem romantic to a young writer. even the rejection slips are amusing because you are sure that you are one of the best.
but while sitting there looking across the room at the portable typer waiting for you on the table you are really in a sense insane
as you wait for one more night to arrive to sit and type Immortal Words--but now you just sit and think about it on your first afternoon in a strange city.
looking over at the door you almost expect a beautiful woman to walk in.
being young helps get you through many senseless and terrible days.
