"But Bic, you don't really mean it. Your book that you've been working on for what, 3 months now is only 10,000 words, if that."
"Well, I've been exploring principles," Bic said. "I mean I haven't even outlined the plot and I'm at 10,000 words so that's quite an accomplishment. Realizing what you need to do, sharpening the axe so to speak, is what I'd rather be doing than chopping wood forever. You know? I've still gotta outline the plot of that book, then I will have a product to pay all the money back I owe you. You know Dee, you don't have to be such a naysayer. You could keep quiet or even heaven forbid support my endeavors. I would think you would want your money."
"And the point of that would be? You already think you know everything. Why do you think all these people are coming into your life telling you to think for yourself. Because your full of yourself in your disconnec..."
"That's what I'm talking about Dee, you have a million and one problems at your command with ready made doubt for wholesale. Can you just think up," interrupted Bic.
"I don't see what that has to do with anything," said Dee.
"at least there would be a point to discussion," replied Bic. "The doubts you voice are very real to me with out you nagging on me to worry about them. Life is hard, I know you may think I have it easy, but it's not. It's really hard having my gift which I might add does NOT come with a user manual. So if your frustrated, FINE, I get it, your frustrated, get over it," Bic continued, "Get over it. It's not making life easier! And I wish you would just move past this frustration," said Bic finishing the discussion and turning back to the portal to type some more on his virtual keyboard that tracked his fingers moving rather than the pressure of his fingers as in the last generation of typewriters that came out in the 20th century.
The day moved on amazingly enough without the ever present threat of Dee dropping back by to try to collect the money Bic had borrowed to get an education on. Once a day for discussion was usually Dee's cup. After seeing Dee leave, Bic turned off the keyboard and pondered the rest of the day. He could start outlining the plot for his book, but he didn't think he would ever really finish it. He had been working on ideas for the book yesterday, and the temptation was to go over his musings and muse further on them as he had forgotten particulars of what he had come up with which would and wouldn't work as material. He pined for a big chalk board to draw the ideas out on then study from the comfort of his couch, but his tiny apartment precluded the idea of anything impressive. Turning to his notevook, he studied.
"Well, I've been exploring principles," Bic said. "I mean I haven't even outlined the plot and I'm at 10,000 words so that's quite an accomplishment. Realizing what you need to do, sharpening the axe so to speak, is what I'd rather be doing than chopping wood forever. You know? I've still gotta outline the plot of that book, then I will have a product to pay all the money back I owe you. You know Dee, you don't have to be such a naysayer. You could keep quiet or even heaven forbid support my endeavors. I would think you would want your money."
"And the point of that would be? You already think you know everything. Why do you think all these people are coming into your life telling you to think for yourself. Because your full of yourself in your disconnec..."
"That's what I'm talking about Dee, you have a million and one problems at your command with ready made doubt for wholesale. Can you just think up," interrupted Bic.
"I don't see what that has to do with anything," said Dee.
"at least there would be a point to discussion," replied Bic. "The doubts you voice are very real to me with out you nagging on me to worry about them. Life is hard, I know you may think I have it easy, but it's not. It's really hard having my gift which I might add does NOT come with a user manual. So if your frustrated, FINE, I get it, your frustrated, get over it," Bic continued, "Get over it. It's not making life easier! And I wish you would just move past this frustration," said Bic finishing the discussion and turning back to the portal to type some more on his virtual keyboard that tracked his fingers moving rather than the pressure of his fingers as in the last generation of typewriters that came out in the 20th century.
The day moved on amazingly enough without the ever present threat of Dee dropping back by to try to collect the money Bic had borrowed to get an education on. Once a day for discussion was usually Dee's cup. After seeing Dee leave, Bic turned off the keyboard and pondered the rest of the day. He could start outlining the plot for his book, but he didn't think he would ever really finish it. He had been working on ideas for the book yesterday, and the temptation was to go over his musings and muse further on them as he had forgotten particulars of what he had come up with which would and wouldn't work as material. He pined for a big chalk board to draw the ideas out on then study from the comfort of his couch, but his tiny apartment precluded the idea of anything impressive. Turning to his notevook, he studied.
