Betrayed by the calendar and swept up by traditions and norms, he ended up on a holiday. Religious holidays dominate the world, he ruminated. In America, there are usually Federal holidays. Most of them are “Monday” holidays. Then, they are banker holidays. They’re rarity in America in this century. The bankers take a holiday when the Federal government goes on break.
This was different from all those. This was a writer’s holiday. Writers rarely take a holiday. Indeed, although he never sat and put words into anything, they kept pouring into his mind, unaware of what a holiday is supposed to be. He couldn’t help but to keep writing in his mind, spinning the story and holding onto it until he could get back to a keyboard.