Today someone told me I shouldn’t be writing.
Well, I wouldn’t call myself the maestro of the pen and paper.
Heck, I wouldn’t even call myself a “good writer” or even just “writer”.
But I need some sort of creative outlet, and I barely have one. I am mediocre in everything I do an if I shouldn’t be doing anything due to my mediocrity then what do I have left? How will I release pent up emotions? What hobby can I persue to entertain myself in the boring-as-balls world?
The conversation began when the individual and I were watching a movie and a character was having a monologue in front of another character about something. I asked out loud why she was bumbling in front of the enemy character and the person said: “she wants the money.”
“Why doesn’t she just ‘give me the money’?”
“Because that’s boring. You shouldn’t write.”
In the end, she didn’t take the money. She came for something else and she could’ve gotten it without the monologue. I just find it tedious when I character comes by and rambles on and on about random things while another character stands there silently with a blank expression, probably thinking: “I’m sorry but who the fuck are you again?”
Well, maybe that’s makes a movie interesting. What do I know? I’m no writer.
So, I’m going to finally close the book on writing forever. I give up!
(Not officially of course. I’ll still write a bunch of crap now and again)
I think it’s time to close the curtains on the many stories unwritten and will never be written.
(Though the above may be true, I simply want to use this post as a way to say goodbye to most of the characters I made up. Not for real, though.)
Alright. It’s to send my children off with a smile.
Alex: The young man who got sucked into a world he will never understand. Take care, my friend, and find that door!
Ike: Frequent visitor of The Twelfth restaurant. You nasty devil, you! I think I will miss you the most. I hope the best for you and your fiance.
Rouge: Dear lovely Rouge. Take care of Ike for me. You are and always will be a stunning young woman.
Bunny: I forgot your name. I’m sorry. Take care and don’t bother Alex too much. And even if things don’t work out with you and him, be patient for you’ll someday find the man of your dreams and you two will be happy.
The Three Wolves: You guys are awesome. Keep being awesome.
Jacob: Owner of The Twelfth restaurant. You’re a good man. I wish you nothing but success and happiness.
The Keyholder: It’s been great talking you. Keep holding this keys, sir. And watch out for The White Rabbit.
The Spy: You handsome man. I’m gonna miss you. Stay out of trouble and quit riling up the Executioner.
The Executioner: You good-looking sniper-weilding terror. Gonna miss you and your ponytail and goggles and bowler hat. (Also I hope you keep missing you targets)
Od: The young boy who went to space. You’ve been strong, brave and patient. Sorry we have to part ways before Comatose.
Lula: Brave, sweet Lula. It’s sad what happened to you. You’ll always be in my heart and in Od’s as well.
Od: Better known as Gavin. You silly little tattooed freak! I will always love you. You bring a smile to my face whenever I look at you. And before I knew it, you’ve grown and have a big acting career. Congrats and take care.
Leth: Also as Mr. Sylvester Green. Heard you got engaged. Congratulations! I wish nothing but the best for you and the lucky lady.
Zanaijin: Or the grim reaper Jack. One of my first favorites. Responsible, smart, punctual, calm and friendly. Keep it up. You’re awesome. Send my regards to everyone else.
Ike: Reaper Ike. The most chillaxed dude I know. Stay awesome and I hope you find your memories soon. And give my regards to Willow and do speak with her often.
Peter Reed: Precious Peter Reed. The mischeivous werewolf. Please try to stay out of trouble. I’ll miss you.
Whew, I’m exhausted. And I’m not even halfway through! Ah, well.
Goodbye, everyone. Until next time.