Write something


So, I’m here hooked up to an iv with my mystery drug being pumped into my body, and I’m bored.

“Write something” I tell myself in my ‘want to be writer’ voice. That voice is a bit of a bitch sometimes. Like now…

How are you ever going to become a writer if you’re trapped in a chair for two hours and you don’t write?

Well, I was hoping to be inspired by Candy Crush.

How’s that working for you?

Don’t Dr. Phil me, I have plenty of ideas, I’m just trying to figure out how to get them on the page.

Well, you aren’t getting any younger. If you wait much longer, you’re going to see your ideas being made into a movie because someone else managed to write them down.

Haven’t you heard of positive reinforcement? I respond much better to that, than to all this negativity.

Ok, how about this, you are such a great writer with wonderfully creative ideas. Now get off your ass and write something!

Better, but you know I’m hooked to an iv right now. Even if I wasn’t, I’m in a wheelchair. Getting off my ass is easier said than done.

I know that you are trying my patience. I’m done here.

Bitchy right? Anyway, I’ve got to go write something…right after I beat this level…