A new direction.
The man got woken by the dawn's dim light, rising from his bed he shivered and said "October is here, the cold grey sky and the chilly mornings make you have no doubts. I can't complain, after all, it is almost the end of the month."
He pulled the bedclothes down and shivered, and then he fumbled for a hoodie to keep him warm while he boiled the kettle for his morning cup of coffee. Tired eyes searched out his Ipad to look at the time. The gadget showed the time as 07:30, "Lord, this is too early for my coffee; I'll suffer for having the cup now, but I need to get warm before I do my next writing assignment."
He thought, "How many times have I got up and thought I'd write the story, and how many times has the thought died when I think of will anyone read it?"
Years ago he'd been a science fiction writer with a bestselling series; now he had changed to writing Christian stories. He couldn't place the time when he'd decided to change his style, and many people told him that they thought he could sell books in many genres as he was a good writer. That was something the writer found hard to believe as his books that were not science fiction had never sold.
"I never thought I'd end up being a person who watched the world from my window, but there again, I never knew how soon I would become disabled, "he thought. "I'm not complaining, I've seen places I never thought I'd see, and returned to some of my favorite cities, not that the experience was entirely enjoyable."
As he drank his coffee, he thought "Today will be the same as yesterday, and tomorrow. I get up with the idea of writing a story, and then consider what the point is? I'll listen to some Gospel music to pass the time and soothe my soul."