An internal dialog.
Some days I open my blog and get ready to post, and can’t think of a thing to say. It’s a dangerous time, when my mind is prone to wonder off along uncharted paths. Today was one of those days. I have no idea where the following came from. Maybe I just needed another cup of coffee.
A writer and an editor walk into a bar.
Writer: “It’s a dark and stormy night.”
Editor: “Never start with the weather.”
Writer: “I sold my first novel.”
Editor: “So you finally won one.”
Writer: “I’m going to write a second book.”
Editor: “I agree that you should move to two, too.”
Writer: “I’m just not sure what to write.”
Editor: “What do you really want to do?”
Writer: “I don’t want to do nothing?”
Editor: “Now you’re just being double negative.”
Writer: “Okay, how big of a book should I write?”
Editor: “You need to let your weight wait until you have your subject.”
Writer: “I’d like to write something historical.”
Editor: “Well, you’re going to want your yore correct.”
Writer: “What do you mean?”
Editor: “Historical readers are finicky. They’re going to want their there.”
Writer: “So I need to get my facts straight.”
Editor: “Yes, you need to write right.”
Writer: “But there are some things I don’t know. No?”
Editor: “That’s when you need to ask your grammar.”
With great apologies,
Steve
