When you’ve got writer’s block…be stupid.

Prompt: Time

Clock, watch, time telling device, waiting, rushing, stressed, wasting, watching, holding, feeling, unleashing, tracking, stopping, understanding, managing…

Can one wash time? Does it get old? Does it get dirty? Is time a person, being, condition or setting? Is time a physical place? Is it an object? Is it quantifiable? Is time a beast? If time were a beast, would it be a carnivore or herbivore? Would it hunt or forage? What would be the effects of its hunting? Would time need to hibernate? What happens when it sleeps? Can time travel through space? Does it use mass transit? Is it eco-friendly? Where else does time go?

Time goes to the sports bars on Thursday nights because that’s the new Friday and Friday’s the new Saturday and Saturdays the new day of rest. But he takes the bus because he doesn’t have money for carbon credits. Time likes to hang out with his pals on Thursday because his beatches won’t bother him when he’s with the crew and they’re all beasts anyways who eat whatever is around when they get hungry. So the beatches don’t bother him on Thursdays and he like Killians because its red. And on Friday he knits to get action from the gorgons.

Does time have a girlfriend? Some being who is in the same time gentrificus classification? No, after-all, have you ever heard of a beast that was a girl? Of course not, wooly mammoths are the only girls around here and they died millions of years ago along with the cockroaches and the faeries. So, time is an eco-friendly boy without a girlfriend because all the wooly mammoths died a long time ago and there’s no use lingering on the past. Time has to live in the present. Didn’t you hear, there’s no time like the present? And it’s Valentine’s Day and Time won’t get a present from his girlfriend because she died shivering in her massive knickers a long time ago. Poor girl.

Writing is for everyone. Professional assholes can go to Hell.

Is telling a story the privilege of a small group of talented writers? Or is it an innate right of humankind that has been stripped from the comman man and artificially setup as the domain of eccentric “thinkers”?

I have the feeling that writing has been hijacked by an ego-centric group who is trying as hard as they can to keep people from pursuing amateur writing - in the real sense of the word amateur meaning passion - in order to maintain their grip on the “profession”.

Writing is an expression of personal experiences, beliefs and desires. I don’t care if you have ten years of professional training or if you’re an illegal immigrant pizza delivery guy who writes his thoughts down on stained napkins - writing is at its best when it is authentic.

Screw you, the person who sticks her nose up to an inexperienced writer because he doesn’t know someone in your stupid field. Screw you for thinking you’re the gatekeeper of great stories and the only one who understands what it means to influence emotions.

Writing is subjective and you’re a waste of skin in the big picture if you don’t pay attention to anything that hasn’t already been recognized by Sundance or some other lame professional creative organization. Go back to your wannabe celebrity lifestyle that you can barely afford because you don’t get paid shit compared to the actors who depict your stories.

Keep pretending you’re all about the story and the characters, all the while compromising so people accept you. Have fun being underappreciated. I, on the other hand, won’t settle for just pre-production involvement.

So who’s the more ego-centric writer? You crave acceptance so badly that you’ve lost sight of what it is to tell an honest story. I just want to tell a great story. Everything else is an afterthought.

I have a feeling that I’m more ego-centric than you. But you’re a spoiled artifact with an addiction to crappy ideas that sell. What’s worse, you think I’m stupid for my “blind” belief in creativity. You’ve just fooled yourself into antiquity. You’ll be at WE soon enough. bitch.