If your average writer wore one of those little GoPro cameras on his or her forehead, here’s what would be recorded:
– Unwavering, extended shots of the ceiling, as the writer stares at it, hoping for either inspiration or a very special Snickers bar which would be able to take off its own wrapper, climb up onto the writer’s face, and jump into the writer’s mouth.
– A dramatic swoop, away from the ceiling and onto the wall, as the writer dozes off.
– An extended look out the writer’s window, as he or she contemplates the street outside and wonders exactly what, say, Dave Eggers or Zadie Smith is doing right now, most likely accepting an award.
– A cunning, suspenseful search through the shelves of the writer’s refrigerator, as he or she tries to locate something tasty which they know very well was devoured an hour ago.
– A close-up of the new Taylor Swift video, viewed on the writer’s iPad.
– A brief glimpse of a yellow legal pad, as the writer scribbles a few words, crosses them out, and then doodles flowers with faces and fangs dripping blood.
– A leisurely glance at several pages of any magazine in which Khloe Kardashian either defends her sister Kim’s inability to lose the baby weight or attacks Kim for stealing her man.
– A prolonged, evocative study of the writer’s iPhone, and its few, sad, texts, tweets and emails.
– A meta-moment, as the writer studies his or her reflection in the mirror, looking profoundly silly wearing a GoPro, and then the writer realizes: maybe my next book, play, poem, indie film, web series or blog post can revolve around the wacky antics of a character wearing a GoPro!
