chapter seven-Fern

One more paragraph, one more chapter. One more, one more, the story of Fern's life. She had to keep writing, keep up her quota. She had to get things done.

First it was coffee, then caffeine powder. The headaches were awful and her stomach did flips, so she had to find something else. Another journalism student suggested the uppers. They were for people who needed it for mental things, something to keep the mind running. Downers got them to sleep, uppers put them to work.

They told her to do both or only do the uppers once a day. Fern couldn't do that. One more paragraph, one more chapter. One more, one more, the story of Fern's life. Her career depended on it. Finally a book deal, now a series. One more, one more, she had to write one more.

Her fans were voracious. They wrote her constantly. They commented constantly. "What's next?" was their only question. One more, one more. "We need another book!" "More about Lana!" "More! More! More!"

It was driving her mad, she knew that. She used to sleep seven hours a night. Always seven, no more, no less. Then she got to college, had to stay up for papers, and things changed. She knew it was coming. The career she chose was high-energy at times. Some people could write like mad no problem. Fern needed time. Time cost time, so she cut her sleep. She moved where takeout was a thing to cut down on shopping, eating, ordering, anything she could for an extra minute to write.

Now she didn't sleep. Takeout fed her and a water cooler fueled her thirst. She had to work, so she just replaced her needs. Work meant money, work meant success.

She knew it was hurting her though. Her eyes were bloodshot. She lost all vision sometimes. Luckily she could touch-type and her mouse never left her document. She wrote blind a lot, just to get the words in. One more paragraph, one more chapter. One more, one more, the story of Fern's life.

She was starting to resent it, but the money was too good. The fame was too great. Movie studios were calling, then the talk show circuit would call. Fern was going to be famous.

One more pill, one more paragraph, one more chapter. One more, one more, the story of Fern's life.