Monday, February 27, 2012

LETTER FROM MY INNER WRITER


My Inner Writer wrote me this letter in a writing class eight years ago, when I had just started writing fiction. Then I saved it on my computer and pretty much forgot about it. Recently IW found it, grabbed me by the throat, and made me re-read it. And apparently I'm a slow learned, because not much has changed. So I'm sharing it with you, and I'm going to make a serious effort to take IW's advice to heart. I was a little squeamish about washing my dirty linen with IW in public, but she said, stop being such a wuss and put it all out there! She's such an exhibitionist. So here goes.
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Dear Gail,

Where the hell have you been? I’m in here waiting, but you have to stop being afraid of me. I notice how you’ll do almost anything to avoid me, but when I finally corner you, have I ever disappointed you? Be honest, you know I haven’t.

I don’t give a rat’s ass what your mother or your boss think of what we write. We can do much more together if you stop worrying that I’ll embarrass you. Everything inside you, I’ll let loose on the world, if only you’ll let me. I’m a lot more fun than surfing the net, or watching TV, or rotating your tires. You can call me out of you any time, not just on Sundays. Will you let me out to play, please?

And while you’re at it, I want more chocolate. Indulge us. You don’t need to suffer for our art. Please stop suffering for our art, it’s a total bore! Loosen up, girlfriend, I love you to death just the way you are. Trust me, and all the romance and passion inside us will take the world by storm.

Love,
Your Inner Writer

2 comments:

Maree Anderson said...

This is awesome stuff, Gail. Your Inner Writer is one seriously smart chick!

So yeah, what she said. Eat some chocolate, believe in yourself, let all that awesomeness inside you translate onto the page :)

Hugs!

Kaylea Cross said...

I LOVE this!!! Your muse is so much more take charge than mine is. I wonder if mine has left me a letter and I haven't noticed?
*searches frantically through computer files*

 

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