As I sit here in my apartment, overlooking the below busy shops, wondering what to write about next. Should I try for a novel, or maybe another short story? These thing I ask myself what makes a great story and will people enjoy reading it.
I sit looking aimlessly out the window, while the house cleaner mops the floor around my feet. It brings me back into the room as she gives me a little nudge to move them out of the way. I smile at her and apologise for being in the way.
Lauretta had been cleaning my apartment for several years now and she also went to the same college as me. She still has a few years to go on her degree, and cleans part-time to pay her way. She has the most dark brown chestnut coloured hair and always wears it down. She complains that she thinks her ears stick out to much and tries to cover it with her long, thick smooth looking hair.
I walk over to the desk, and take my seat in front of my laptop...........What to write about......