"Writing is hard work,"David thought to himself.  "It certainly is not easy, and requires a lot of actual physical labor, and a lot of thought.  Also, planning is required.  However, I don't work like that, because I am really fucking lazy.  That is my problem."

     "Plus, I can't make myself go back and read my own writing.  I find it a boring process, and very tedious.  It is about the most unfun thing to do, to go back, and read my own writing.  It is a terrible chore.  Yet, I want my writing to be really good, at least serviceable.  I guess that is what separates the amateurs from the pros, who are willing to take extra steps.  Yet, crappy writers like Dean Koontz gets published all the time, so I don't know."

     David sipped on his coffee, as more thoughts came into his head, "Shit, I have ideas all the time, but it is hard to get them onto the page.  I don't know how writers do it.   I guess the more you write, the easier it is to get your ideas out."

     David pondered these things as he continued with his online games.
     "Fuck it, I'll create another dark side character.  Playing the smuggler is fun, though, but let's see what else there is to play."

     David ended up creating an Imperial agent named 'Sashaax'.  She is a good-looking gal with a big booty, just like how he likes it, hehe.  But she's got white hair done up in a sexy way, and David was wondering if the drapes match the carpet.
     "Probably.  Imperials are precise about every detail...haha."

     "Well, that was fun."
     David had gotten a good start with his new character, and decided it was time to play another character.

     He was thinking it might be nice to create a Bounty Hunter character.
     "That might be fun, but I don't know if I should make a male or female....hmmmm....that's a thinker."

     He ended up creating 'Deathdoll'red', a fierce bounty hunter, with you guessed it, red doll hair.  He added cybernetics on her face to round her out.

     He noticed she is round in all the right places, and is a big girl, meaning tall.  But, she is also endowed in the chest area, so she'll be something to reckon with.

     Meanwhile, his art smuggling operation was going good.  This piece was recently sold.
     "Too bad I can't get more money for my work," he lamented.  "It would help a lot with things like...uh...eating...and rent...duh."

     He was getting tired of being paid crapshit prices for his art.
     "I hope to remedy that soon, though I don't know how.  I would like to charge more, but I can barely get sales as it is, even with my low prices."

     "It's a tough world," he added.  "All I want to do is make a living so I don't have to suffer so much.  I could use some perks, like my own bathroom, and a real bed.  That would be nice."

     "Someday, I'll show them all."

    

      Meanwhile, he looked at some photos he had taken of magazines at a convenience store he frequented nightly after his 'work session'.

      "What a bunch of junk," he thought to himself.  "It's amazing that anybody in their right minds even buys this garbage, especially when you can get everything off the web for free.  I guess some people still like tactile objects.  Interesting.  Or maybe it is a tax write-off for these big companies, who knows?"

      "Pretty is as pretty does," he thought, thinking that all a pretty girl has to do to make money, is just stand there while she has her picture taken."

     "It's a good gig if you can get it....then again, a lot of those girls probably do coke, and some of them probably are no strangers to the casting couch."

     David looked at his scrolls of art.  These works on paper had netted him some good money.  Maybe it was time to go back to working on them.
     "If I can find them.  Since the move, I've been having trouble finding where I put everything.  I'll be fine in the meantime, tough.  I have plenty of art to sell."

     As one last thought, he contemplated the police.
     "They are worried about me selling art?  You would think they would have something better to do."