hello, my name is fig and i have chronic writersbrain January 18, 2008
be quiet and just read, i tell myself.
yes, that’s great advice, and i’d really like to, but i’m afraid that’s not possible, i replied.
it needs to be possible, i retort, your know-it-all self isn’t going to get very far like this. (I deliver the blow) you’re just like your…
don’t say it, i plead in return
you need to hear it. you always just want to yap about anything that flies into your head and then you wonder why you’re not interesting or diverse. you’re narrow and stale. now read. – the commanding reply
nope. not listening. pick up the book
seriously, i had a thou….
doesn’t matter. you’ll have another. you swore to me you’d do this.
but i need…
you need to read. learn. become really hungry, insatiable in fact, unable to contain the interesting. now stop procrastinating. i won’t say it again.
<conflicted, stubborn face>
(the writer always has the last word)