Obeservations

PART A:

My Comfort Zone

Small. Secluded. Cozy. Here I sit, in the mood light. Productivity at an all time high. There is

but a whisper of the water pump whirring away, almost as if singing a mono-noted song. The air

is still, and peaceful. The lightness of aromas allow me to give full concentration to my work.

The mouse clicks. The keyboard ticks. The CD drive spins up, slows down, and goes silent.

The words pour forth from my brain, and appear in radiant colors upon the screen. The door

upstairs opens, footsteps, the door closes. I turn in my chair, get up, walk across the smooth tiled

floor, move the curtain, and step threw the half sized door beneath the stairs. My wife meets me

at the top of the steps. “I’m home”. Oh well, I can always finish my work tomorrow.

The Dark Corner

Small. Dark. Cramped. I am slumped in a chair, in what little light comes from the table lamp

on the other side of the musty curtain, I stare at an antiquated, barely working, dinky little

monitor. How can anyone get any work done in the basement, in the closet under the stairs?

The water pump kicks on. THUD. WHIRRRRRR. THUD. The fishtank bubbles again, this

time louder than ever before. Then quietly, totally random each time. I could almost smell that

fishtank, if it weren’t for the staleness of the air. Probably caused by the bare concrete walls. No

air moves here. If only there was a window. Wait, back to work. Its time for a new mouse, this

one is like a brick, it doesn’t roll anymore. Push, pick, drop. Damn mouse anyways. I’ll have to

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use this loud keyboard. Click, click, tick tick.... If I type slow enough, I can drown out the old

clock. Wait, That’s not what time it is. Battery must of died. Can’t blame it. I would too. The

upstairs door creaks is creaking open. It needs to be oiled or something. Must be the wife

coming home... I guess I had better stop working. Why is this floor so cold? It’s the end of June.

Ouch, damn it. Who the hell had the great idea of putting a half sized door in here? So, its

going to be late, I can finish it tomorrow, I have to go see how much money my wife spent.

PART B:

What I did. I wrote the same nightly routine, one after a good day at work. One on a Monday

after work. Its amazing how much of a difference your mood can have on which angle of vision

you use.

Strat1: The first three one word sentences. That states my intended effect directly.