..a little pond of paper around me, a pen whose cap glows with a red light when I write and a drawer filled with an assortment of soap wrappers. Behind me are some ads of glam babes cool, unruffled, frozen in time. I wait for my cup of tea, maybe it will unfreeze my mind and maybe even evoke some response from those sullen beauties.
I hold onto my mouse, no not for dear life ..but for inspiration to strike. A blank white computer screen stares at me and I stare back ...and then the words begin to flow, sometimes thick and fast, sometimes like a thin stream - a trail of ants through the woods of my mind.
well....that's the start of a day in the life of a copywriter... the day moves on in different directions, but its the start the gives you the energy to move..
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