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a brief conversation with Myself on my way out the door
Time to take stock, dearie. Daylight’s burning and you don’t have a lot of time.
I know that. Don’t you think I feel that pressure every single day? I’m working on it.
(Self nods.) I know you are. I hear you muttering in your sleep. I’m not so sure it was a good idea to bring it out for discussion with others – you know who I’m talking about.
(Me sighs.) Yes, I know, but it’s a hard gig, this writing thing. I need all the support I can get. And I know it was meant in the most loving of ways.
But you didn’t really get support, did you?
Well, not so much. But maybe it’s what I needed to hear. See, I’ve always had this fantasy I have enough talent to write fiction, and make it work. Maybe what I needed to hear is I don’t have it, although I have enough to write copy, and that way I can stop wasting time with fiction and write stuff that can support me (and you too, ungrateful bitch) and stop beating my head against the wall.
But you LOVE fiction!
I love music too, but without talent, that’s never going to make me anything other than a Big Fan.
You know, that’s a good point. I don’t know if I can argue with that.
That’s a first.
Don’t go getting all smart-assed on me, that won’t help anything. So, what’s the Plan?
Good question. I’ll get back to you. Right now I have to deliver poop.
Seems appropriate.
Doesn’t it?
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I know that. Don’t you think I feel that pressure every single day? I’m working on it.
(Self nods.) I know you are. I hear you muttering in your sleep. I’m not so sure it was a good idea to bring it out for discussion with others – you know who I’m talking about.
(Me sighs.) Yes, I know, but it’s a hard gig, this writing thing. I need all the support I can get. And I know it was meant in the most loving of ways.
But you didn’t really get support, did you?
Well, not so much. But maybe it’s what I needed to hear. See, I’ve always had this fantasy I have enough talent to write fiction, and make it work. Maybe what I needed to hear is I don’t have it, although I have enough to write copy, and that way I can stop wasting time with fiction and write stuff that can support me (and you too, ungrateful bitch) and stop beating my head against the wall.
But you LOVE fiction!
I love music too, but without talent, that’s never going to make me anything other than a Big Fan.
You know, that’s a good point. I don’t know if I can argue with that.
That’s a first.
Don’t go getting all smart-assed on me, that won’t help anything. So, what’s the Plan?
Good question. I’ll get back to you. Right now I have to deliver poop.
Seems appropriate.
Doesn’t it?
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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