My Cardboard Balcony

Radiant God by Belinda Roddie See, I am everything from infrared to ultraviolet I forge a covenant with the sky and drape its cloak about me like new wings

I haven't used my typewriter in years. Everything is done by hand. They tell me I should get one of them newfangled computers, but I ain't in the mood to learn new technology. I write until my hand cramps up, and then I record my thoughts on a cassette tape, which I play back and listen to multiple times until my fingers start seizing and I start to feel pins and needles in my palm. My novel remains unfinished. I remain unpublished.