A Writer's Dilemma

 Aren was in deep thought. The only sound that's louder than the voices in his head was the flapping of the fan. Every clink and clunk it made gradually seeped under his skin; enough to make any man with a writer's block to slowly lose his sanity. But Aren was determined to vomit whatever he had on his mind, onto the blank pages of his Microsoft Words. 

Words. Who would've thought that he could make a living out of it? Aren knew he was no Stephen King, Dan Brown or even the lowly Stephenie Meyer. Like every cliche writer, that has truckloads of insecurity and self loathing, Aren didn't plan to write something profound, in his life or even the next. He had a reality check the moment he decided to take up writing when he was 25 years old - a very late age to do something else instead of using his graphic design skills. 

Before this, Aren was just another college dropout with dreams of becoming a visual artist, graphic designer or any profession that required him to use Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator (and his Certificate of Graphic Design from a very famous art college). 

It was after taking up an internship at a digital design company that Aren decided not to pursue the ungrateful profession. It was time-consuming and the pay wasn't that brilliant either. He couldn't understand why people would do this and thus his dreams went up in smoke - it was nothing but a figment of his imagination. 

Still, here he sat in front of his expensive laptop, in his mancave, equipped with books, a sofa bed, and a gaming desktop. Aren amassed his fortune by taking the writer's route 13 years ago and he never looked back since. It was through writing he managed to secure his own home, two cats, a lovely wife and a loan-free car. Through these achievements Aren thought he was talented enough to survive with a writing profession. He felt like he was on top of the world; god's gift to the earth; the big kahuna of writing; the chosen one. 

"This is bullshit" Aren muttered under his breath as he stopped typing. A couple of sentences can be seen on his laptop but when he read his writings again, the only thing that was profound at that moment was the look of disgust written all over his face. 

Aren slammed his laptop shut. He hated it. He wanted to find a nuclear button that could destroy his work and press it twice. That's how much he felt about his writings. 

To be continued...