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Topic: Inspiration/Block (for the writer) (05/20/10)
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TITLE: Gettin' Around the Block | Previous Challenge Entry
By Troy Manning
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“So you’re a writer.”
Again, I bit my tongue.
“Why dontcha write me a story?”
Though I have often found deadlines helpful. This one seemed a bit too literal. Still, I thought compliance the best policy. “What would you like me to write?”
“Write me a love story.”
“From me to you?”
“Let’s not be gettin’ fresh, honey. I already gots me a gal, see?”
“Then whom should it be about?”
“You stallin’ on me?” He placed the gun’s barrel at the opening of my ear.
“Well, do you have a cute twin brother?”
Why it is that some people can’t take a compliment I’ll never know, but he pulled the trigger and I fell to the floor. I laid there stunned as the burglar ran from my home in a panic. I waited patiently for the pain to manifest but it never did. Apparently, the burglar’s fine marksmanship sent the bullet through one ear and out the other, taking the writer’s block with it. I almost felt sorry for it as it flopped about the floor in its last throes of life.
Although my ears were still ringing I sat back down at my desk to write. The ideas flowed so torrentially I was unsure how best to contain them. I placed several towels about my feet, but this seemed such a waste.
I had to decide quickly whether to write that love story or return to my original topic of writer’s block. Fearing if I did the former, the burglar might return with a shotgun, I wrote about an attractive, young, single woman very much like myself who was trying to write a story from her home at 1376 Willow Ave., Canoga Park, CA 91304, but was experiencing writer’s block.
Jody (Wilkes), or so the story went ( ;-) ), sat down at her desk to write but the ideas just weren’t coming. She imagined something like a tumor was lodged in the forefront of her mind and was contaminating her imagination. Not wanting to medicate, she saw a naturalist who put a bug in her ear.
The earwig quickly navigated Jody’s lateral lobes and immediately set to work on the obstructing cube. As its forceps drew the cubes’ granules into its mandibles, secretions of digestive juice dissolved them into a syrupy substance. Said substance, in turn, surfaced on Jody’s page as a love story involving an attractive woman and a handsome burglar’s brother.
The towels on the floor were by now well saturated and the block on the floor was rejuvenated in the healing streams. So absorbed was I in my steamy tale that I was unaware the block had reinserted itself in my ear. The ideas were dammed up and any sense of an undercurrent to my story was promptly exposed for the saccharine fantasizing it was.
The burglar returned steaming, I concluded, but only after he first called Jody Wilkes at (818) 555-3031. ;-)
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