Like thousands of people, my day job is necessary to pay the bills, but it is very boring. For our breaks, a friend and I will walk around the building to shake the numbness out of our legs, butts, and brains…
Since my friend knows that the children’s book is my current obsession, it’s during these walks that she asks for an update on our little hero and what trouble he’s gotten himself into…
Yes, she is a very good friend to open herself to the droning torture of my obsession. It’s one thing to bore Katherine with this imaginary world of mine, because ….well, it comes with the territory of being my business partner.
But it’s completely different to verbally bombard an innocent bystander with endless details of a reality that only exists in my head.
I keep warning her not to go down that path with me, because once that dam busts open, there’s no stopping me. Unless she wants me to go on and on about the developing plot, the characters, and the this-and-that of it all, she better not ask me…
But she keeps asking; thus, she keeps enduring my endless chatter about my imaginary world.
To her credit, she seems entertained — either by the story or by my total commitment to these characters of the story.
She’s amazed that I’m doing all of this without the help of drugs. She only mentions this, because so many well-known authors enhance their creativity by taking mind-altering drugs. It seems that my mind is altered enough without adding chemicals…
And to clarify: No, I am not on any medication… although many have suggested that I should be…
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