WRITER

                                      




SCENARIO 7:

Writer

My house was built on the lake water - in one of the London’s enchanted parks. I lived quite a well-scheduled lifestyle within a city that can drive you crazy. There were days when I would never leave my writing room, starring at birds, drinking litres of coffee and forgetting to eat. My concept of relationships was that of a voluntary single man. I loved statues more than anything else. They could maintain silence-unlike my overreacting lovers. I was fine living on my own. Sunshine in my front room would replace any form of emotional dependence I used to believe in. But then, when winter approached me, for fifteen thousand pounds I decided to turn into a woman. From then I needed to make love more than I needed to write. My house turned into a one prolonged disco, celebrating ten birthdays of my own a year. I stopped locking my front door. I hoped for coincidental passers by to sneakily pop in for a cup of tea. I was water under my house. For fifteen thousand pounds,I was made to love them all.