Short story

I had today off from work and I don't have to go in tomorrow. So many days off go by and I feel like I hardly ever acomplish anything.

This is because so often I use my off-time to go out of town and sleep at my friend's house in my hometown. I love that and I need it but my life here is not going anywhere. I have to focus on where I am.

I'm not a published writer but tonight I'm going to write a story that will be printed in The New Yorker.