He sighed, stood up, paced around the room then banged his head on the wall.
“Ow,” he complained to himself.
He paced some more, then sat down, did some more staring at hardware and then banged his head onto the keyboard. When he lifted his head up again he then had to delete a bunch of lines filled with characters whose keys his head had held down.
“Come on Taylor. Think! Molly had just found out that the love of her life is dead, her mother is about to marry her uncle and on top of that, Lauren has run off with a porn star.”
He paused.
“Taylor, where do you come up with this stuff? I don’t know. Where do I come up with this stuff?” he shook his head. “Taylor you do realise it’s a scary thing when you ask yourself questions and then answer yourself right? Yep.”
He held his hands poised over the keyboard. Then he tapped away for a moment:
Molly wondered what horrible thing the brilliant-yet-completely-stumped author, H T Jordan would come up with to destroy her life now. Little did she know H T Jordan was wondering the same thing.
Taylor stared at it for a moment.
“Moron,” he muttered before deleting it.
He got up again and headed downstairs to the kitchen where he got himself a glass of water.
“Hi Dad!” Rose said cheerfully.
“Hi Rose,” Taylor smiled. “Whatcha doing?”
“Trying to decide what DVD to watch.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I can decide between ‘Revenge of the Blonde Ditz’ or ‘Backwash’.”
“Hmm, have a coin?”
“No.”
“Okay...” Taylor fished around in his pocket. “Eureka! Ok, heads for ‘Blond Ditz’, tails for ‘Backwash’, and I’m gonna watch it with you.”
Rose laughed and Taylor flipped the coin.
“Hmm, heads. ‘Blonde Ditz’ it is.”
“Okay! I’ll go get it!”
Taylor followed her into the lounge room, thinking that a chick flick was just what he needed to get ideas for his novel.