Author's Note: This is written with a nod to the children's book:
If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.
Enjoy!
If you give a writer a laptop...
He's going to want a word processing program to go with it. And if you give him a word processing program, and he spends enough time reading stories on Literotica, he will probably feel inclined to write something on it. He might want to sit at a table or desk, which means he'll need a chair. As he's writing, he'll type furiously, stop, stare at a blank spot on the wall for a while and then go back to his mad dash across the keyboard.
The cat will come and rub up against his legs and use them as a self-massager for a while before settling in his lap. He won't notice until the cat starts kneading his leg through his trousers, at which point, he will swear and sweep the cat onto the floor and exclaim, "Can't you see I'm writing here!?"
Then he'll swear again, and start reading what he's written from the beginning, mouthing the words to himself as he goes. He will snort laughter at one point, shaking his head and smiling. Then he will put his fingers to the keys again...but nothing will happen. He will sit a while longer. He might drum his fingers on the desk.
He'll start opening other programs. Solitaire. Perhaps Literotica. He'll check the boards to see who's there, scroll through to see any names he recognizes, any possible interesting topics. He'll open a thread marked "Political!" even though he's sworn to himself that he won't post on any more of those kinds of threads. He will get drawn into the heated discussion and spend forty-five minutes composing his own heated reply.
Glancing at the clock, he will decide he's hungry. In the kitchen, he will suddenly be inspired while opening the twisty-tie on the Wonder bag, and will hurriedly slap some salami and mustard together between two slices of bread and gnaw through half of it on the way back to his desk.
