“An interesting day today.”
“Aren’t they all?”
“Enough already with the smart-aleck act. You know that not every day is interesting.”
“So, what happened today that was so interesting? It seemed a dull day to me.”
“Hmm. Was it?”
“Hey, think about it. You did your flaky yoga thing, you ate toast and peanut butter for breakfast. You had a shower and sat down at your desk–.”
“That’s right! I sat right down at my desk and I worked on my novel. Pretty cool, eh?”
< snort > “Are you crazy? You typed up this whole scene about Anna and it was dumb in spots. Come-on, that bit about the toilet…” < snort >
“Yeah, that was a little dorky, but I’m allowed to su–”
“Suck! And boy, did you!”
“Come-on! That’s not fair. Parts of it sucked, maybe that bit about the toilet, but it didn’t all suck. The bit where Frau Schneider thinks maybe Anna is Hitler’s secretary. That’s good.”
“Nuh-uh. You know you wrote darn near the same thing in a later scene.”
“I know! Dammit I know, but the first draft is allowed to suck, and hey, the stuff that came down the pike today, about the nurse–what was her name again? That was pretty good.”
“Nurse Drache. Okay. Yeah. I’ll give you that. Wild to call her Nurse Dragon when she was such a beaten mouse.” < smile >
< modestly > “I can’t really take credit. She just came along and did her thing. Did you like the part where her body unfolds like a salute?”
“Yeah! Yeah, that was really cool.”
“I thoughts so–” < ponders for awhile > “I’m not sure now. Maybe it doesn’t work.”
< wink > “Hey, weren’t you the one, just now, telling me that the first draft is allowed to suck?”
< nods > “I did, but sometimes–sometimes I get so terrified that the whole thing sucks beyond redemption, that –I don’t know–maybe I should quit, do something else.”
“Shut up! Here I am willing to give you a little credit and you get all existential angst on me. Get over it! Write or don’t write. I don’t give a shit. I have to say though, that nurse rocked.”
“Yeah, she did, didn’t she.” < smile >
“So, what are we writing tomorrow?”
