Sunday, June 21, 2015

A Writer With No Post



                                                   





A writer without a post.
She can't help the characters that need her the most.
She will not give up.
She refuses to despair!
What will she do tomorrow if she wakes up without any hair?
The story has not ended.
Neither will her struggle.
She looks up from her writing and says, “Pour me another bartender, and this time make it a double.”
Dobby turns and faces Writer Lady holding up a bottle, he turns his paw down to pour.

With one smooth, fluid movement a single drop of milk plops into her glass.
Writer Lady looks up from her pad of paper “What's happened? Only another shot is going to save my a**.”
The bartender gestures with a nod to a table at the back of the ice cream shoppe.
There in the darkest corner two kittens are drinking like sots.
The pair raise their heads from their milk bowls slowly, tongues sticking out, eyes drooping.
“In a magical ice cream shoppe?" Writer Lady asks. "That makes an odd grouping.”

“I always know when those two are here.” Dobby says. “That's what we call 'milk faced'”.
"Milk Faced?"  Writer Lady repeats.  "What a waste."
"They think it makes them look like studs."
 Smudge closes his eyes. Spots isn't far behind.
 The pair are really close buds.

Dobby says, “Since they've passed out let me go for more. From my secret stash. It's in the back. I don't even have to go to the store.”
Writer Lady looks across the shoppe at the kittens, a gentle smile crosses her face. If you know her you aren't surprised, she always has such grace.
“I'm in a tough spot. A deadline has come and gone. A post has yet to be written. I am determined to maintain the status quo and not pass out in my milk like a drunken kitten.” Writer Lady drinks the remaining sweet, creamy drop of comforting cheer. She pays her tab, “I think I may be turning a corner with this. But thanks, you've been a dear.”
The ginger tabby nods and Writer Lady leaves.
Carrying her notebook, tenacity, and imagination home through the gentle summer breeze.



**Take a moment and comment.  Let me know how many times you facepalmed while reading this.  It will give me a smile.  Have a nice day.**

3 comments:

C. S. Jennings said...

Not one palm face but what about Diomedes? Have we left him to suffer?

HR Apostos said...
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HR Apostos said...

I am just as disappointed as you are. Diomedes' suffering will be ending soon. :) It is taking a little bit longer to work out some of the details. Dragon diahrrea is new to me but I'm learning fast. ;)

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