Sat, 12/05/2009 - 20:02
"4 in 1 printer comes with detachable hair dryer..."
"Boulak's declaration of independence riddled with spelling errors..."
"Poop poop poop!.."
These are merely a selection of sentences began, and later found abandoned at his desk along with a suicide note after the writer stormed out of EKT offices late Tuesday night. According to others at the office at the time the writer suddenly started a string of expletives that slowly rose in volume ending with his arms raised in the air and, "@#$% ibn el-!#$%* *^&%."
Late last night the EKT writer in a stained, filthy unbuttoned shirt, torn jacket and bloodied nose confessed that the reality of the situation, was in fact, that he didn't know where the article was going. It all started with the decision to write a much needed article for the popular publication El Koshary Today where this writer is employed to - do little more than - write (and occasionally provide tea, shoe-shining and/or other "services" to his employers).
Clearly straining from the pressure of thousands of loyal, adoring readers who heavily rely on "Egypt's most reliable news source" this comes as another. El Koshary Today has in recent years taken the throne as the player in the journalistic and literary world in Cairo. And with a star-studded group of young journalists and writers at its disposal, no one doubted the rightful ascendency of El Koshary Today. Not only did it quickly create a niche for itself in the saturated realm of newspapers; it stood firmly as a leader in journalistic excellence.
With tears welling up in his eyes the EKT writer, who wished to remain anonymous for fear for his life, said "it seemed like just another standard assignment, but after staring at the screen and the blinking cursor for a whole sleepness night and an ashtray full of butts...". Clearly distraught and shaking his head, he added "I had ideas for articles I thought could work. But everytime I would write the initial sentence and force out a paragraph I deleted it almost as soon as I had typed it." When asked if he thought what he was experiencing was a form of writer's block, he adamantly disagreed claiming he had never heard the phrase before and sensitively described his feelings as more like a "stray dog from the street - beaten and hungry, humiliated and ashamed."