…or The War Inside My Head
I have time to write the 2nd draft of PT. Or, at least, I can make time. But I’m NOT WRITING it.
Why? WHAT IS THE FUCKING PROBLEM?
I CAN’T THINK OF STORY. HELL, I CAN’T THINK other than about my fucked up sitch, in the REAL WORLD, outside of fiction!!
So, what to do with that. I’m thinking enough to write this, right?
Then write something else.
Fuck off. Are you NOT hearing me?
Yes. I hear you. OK…so you can’t write PT. Can you write something else in fiction? Non? A blog?
I don’t want to write a blog. I want to write PT, but I can’t THINK!
Hmm, we went over that. You’re thinking right now. Just not about the right thing. So, lets break the problem down. You say you need story for PT. OK. Make some up.
But that IS the problem. I CAN’T THINK OF ANY. Are you deaf, can’t hear me screaming at you? Stupid? What’s your deal?
You. You’re giving yourself no out, no way to hear your muse, let alone create with her. You’re back in algebra, the gates of your brain shutting down, like the steel doors on the Get Smart opening.
Thanks, for stating obvious. You’re not really helping me here.
OK. so, you want ideas for PT.
Yes. Please. Now would be good.
Yeah, but on the verge. Just a bit forward.
Pitch of important points, in order: Predictive modeling gone wrong; Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Yup. But I got that bit. And that’s not story. It’s exposition.
OK. OK. Chill! Jeez. Give me a minute…
40 years later.
If you don’t shut up, it will be.
So, what happens next…