Greetings. Today, I didn’t want to write. It’s not that ideas weren’t shooting off like fireworks in my head, but I just didn’t know if the words I had in mind would be worthy of fleshing and dramatizing my characters and scenes.
Pessimistic Self: Come on, there’s no way you can execute that. Lol. Just don’t bother. Oooh look . . . you can read an article about black holes and quantum physics instead.
Moi: Well, that does sound tempting. And you’re probably right . . .
Pessimistic Self: Yeah, ditch the writing today. Heck, ditch it forever! You can be free from all that foolish frivolity and instead live virtually as an elf — Dalish or city? — and save the world!
Moi: Hmm. But aren’t video games kind of frivolous, too? I mean, I kind of want to be an elf mage again, but I like my characters, too. Towers possess a kind of twisted and tragic beauty. Besides, I eventually get to escape and meet really cool people. Alistair, Wynn, Leliana, Zevran, Shale. Party banter is tight!
Pessimistic self: Great! When the kids are tucked in their beds, sleeping cozy and sweet, looking like slumbering angels, that’ll be your chance! Play, play, play all night! RPG! RPG! RPG!
Moi: Erm, I. But I have priorities. I really need to write. So . . .you know . . .
Pessimistic Self: No, I don’t know! I don’t know anything!
Flailing and floundering, I re-read some of what I already completed to motivate me to write the next string of scenes.
I really wanted to get myself lost for an hour or two playing Dragon Age: Origins. Why? Procrastination. King Cailan needs a proper burial. I also want to retrieve his lost armor before the loathsome darkspawn seize it with their vile hands!
But . . .
Maker’s Breath, Morrigan! If looks could kill, I’d probably end up in the Fade.
Monique L. Desir was born and raised in Florida. She's an educator who hasn’t quite figured out how to escape the Sunshine State and is surviving and thriving within its alligator-infested clutches with her husband and three sons. The daughter of West Indian parents (Haitian father, Jamaican mother), she loves learning about different cultures, languages and people. She binge-watches forensic television shows and Soca dances until she glows! Why? So she can have seconds on cake! Her stories have been published in FIYAH Literary Magazine, Nightlight Podcast, Colorism Essays and Poems anthology Volume 2, and Rivière Blanche's 2019 Dimension Uchronie short story anthology, and forthcoming in The Dread Machine. Find her on Twitter @moniquedesir.
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