The idea of traveling to Athens, London, and Paris was his ultimate dream Reality was more of nightmare since he couldn’t afford gas to get across town It was this that consumed his thoughts as he walked to his minimum wage job Punishing himself for his lack of mobility, he didn’t see the curb in time, and soon he finally went for a …
“You must be daft! This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”
“Yeah, she did do that.”
“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”
“True. She did do that.”
“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”
“Ah, got it. Yeah. She does love that car.”
“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss. How can she be the girl of your dreams?”
“Oh, I meant nightmares.”
“Now that I can understand. So tell me, why are you still with her?”
“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better. I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment. It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”
“So let me see if I understand. The sex is that good?”
I wanted so much to be able to see you over there with an Olympic gold around your neck, and here we are. It had cost me a lot of time, sleepless nights, and money helping you get that medal. I went to so many practices, had countless sleepless nights due to my nerves waiting for you to preform, and then the trials.
Well we both know how you did at the Olympic trials. I could not believe everything we had gone through imploded in that moment. I knew your life was over when you didn’t make the team. I couldn’t see you go through the rest of your life knowing you had missed your destiny so early. How many years you would have to watch others achieving your dream?
That’s why I found this gold medal. Yeah it cost me a couple of grand having that guys steal it from the German bobsledder, but it was so worth it. Especially seeing it wrapped around your neck as you sway in the breeze. I figured it was the best way to summarize your life. Now you will be even more memorable than if you had won it on your own.
The blank page is a warm blanket that an author can cuddle up under and nap. They dream of worlds both seen and unseen, and the characters that those worlds contain. Characters dance among the sugarplums, spinning yarns both big and small. It’s only when the author wakes up that that blank page becomes a nightmare. Therefore all authors need to learn to “sleeptype”. Then the dream will awaken in the reader’s imagination, and the nightmare of writer’s block stays asleep.