I am a serious writer. I have my special spot, speckled with
interesting things to look at. Things that make me interesting. My hand- painted Celtic cross, for example,
which reminds me that I am artistic. I have a ring. Ring? Hold on, it’s my mom.
I have to get that. Ok. Where was I? God that woman is crazy. Was I really born
from her? She can say the strangest things sometimes. Oh yes. Writing. My work! I have a nice spot by the window where
I can look out and see the thump. Thump?
What are these kids doing now? I’ll be right back.
Ok. I’ve successfully moderated the
lego fight. God I hate stepping on legos. Now back to the business at hand. I had this interesting idea involving flow
theory. I like the way that concept…flows? I’ll need to look flow up in the
thesaurus, see if I can’t fix that...too redundant. I also like the word “autotelic” – how interesting.
Automatic. Teller. Automated teller. Like those canisters that shoot up and
down the tubes in place of conversation at my bank. Back and forth, back and
forth. I like watching them shoot around. If I had more money, or more to deposit,
I would do that three times a day. Drive up to the drive-through just to watch those canisters shoot up, down
and…yes? I know honey, but mommy’s doing homework. Can you make yourself a
bologna sandwich? Already had one? Open the door, I don’t like it when you talk
to me through the door. Have you eaten
an apple? You have? What about those peanut butter crackers you like. No? You
want something hot? Okay. I’ll be right there. Let me just click save.
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