Writers Block

Just a bit of flotsam floating in my head today.



They've been quiet today.
Why today? 

So chatty the past few months. Telling me their stories. Making sure I understood everything.

They gave specific instructions so I could write each chapter exactly as they lived them.

Today though, today they have said nothing.

I keep thinking back, did I miss some important detail? Did I did I not strike the right mood?  

Are they mad? I feel like  are ignoring me they on purpose.

Yeah, they used to get pissed off when I joined my friends for lunch, or drinks on the weekend. But, that hasn't happened for a long time now. My friends don't call anymore.

I mean, it's not like they can just grab their phones and have a chat. 

I do kinda miss those spontaneous dates.

But they said it interfered too much with telling the stories. I had to get rid of those friends.

And truth be told, I don't miss them all that much. 

Most of the time.

Except for Ginny. Her I miss.

It's particularly hard to get rid of Ginny.

The others, not so much.

Becky was so wrapped up in her kids, she was making me crazy with all the pictures and bragging. Oh my God, the bragging! You'd have thought her kids were geniuses.

Your kids aren't so special now are they, Becky?

And Robbie, constantly off on some adventure where he was the best looking, smartest, funniest...blah blah blah. Of course, all the women just fell all over him, too.

Your last adventure wasn't quite what you expected, was it Robbie? 

So, they don't call anymore

But, that was alright. They were still here to talk to me. 

I do wish they would have accepted Ginny. 

Maybe that's why I'm being ignored. They are mad because I'm still holding on to Ginny.

I bet that's it. As soon as I let go of her, I'll be on the good list again.

I'm just not ready yet. Maybe I can appease them by spiffing up their stories. After all, they want people to read them, right? 

Who shall I start with? 

Regina. She'll want everyone to understand. She never, ever really meant to hurt her kids. She just wanted to give them baths. 

Becky's kids needed baths, too. It made Regina sad how dirty they were. Just like her kids. She could never keep them clean enough. She showed me how to clean such dirty kids. It was hard, but we got it done. Made it easier when we finally made Becky shut up.

Or I could work on Clyde's story. How he accidentally pushed his best friend off a mountain in Italy. Yeah, his best friend was screwing around with his fiance, but it was still an accident.

Robbie's last adventure was in California. There are mountains there, too. Not as special as Italy, but Clyde said the mechanics are the same.  

Marty won't let me tell his story yet. He asks how can I tell the story if it isn't finished? 

Marty's story is just so hard. I mean, I got the first part right. The kidnapping was easy. And describing the choking sounds took a little work, but I got through it. The last part though, that's holding me back.

I can feel Marty giving me the stink eye. 

That's why they aren't talking to me.

Damn.

I suppose I'd better oil the chain saw and dig Ginny up. Just get it done.

Then I can get busy on Jack's story. Jack's is the best of all their stories. It'll be longer than the rest. The research is gonna be exhausting, but it'll be a best seller.

They just know it.