Writer, what a sexy word. If someone says he’s a writer, I’ll always have this surge of envy feeling coming onto me. To me, writers are a bunch of melancholy people, yet who are also very passionate about the world and things they believe it. They put their talents into use and wield their talents like swords and make the world hear their voices.
I blame Sex and the City for making me so envious. Carrie has romanticised the job as a writer. Those scenes with her in her nighties, popping a smoke or drinking whiskey while typing furiously and righteously onto her Mac talking about men and love, just make me wanna be like her. You mean I can afford all those Blahnik and Jimmy Choo shoes just by doing that?!
And she can sit by her Mac anytime she wants while during the daytime, she can wine, dine and shop. And us, the salary(wo)men have to drag our feet into the draggy workplace and slog there for at least eight hours. That’s just not fair!
Sigh..sorry for the ranting but that’s what make us humans right 
