SANGU 1:
But you're not writing! You're still stuck on Day Three of New Novel and you haven't gotten any further! Why aren't you writing?
SANGU 2:
Sangu, really, have you misplaced your eyes? It's almost Christmas! I have presents to worry about. Wrapping paper. Not to mention I - that is, we, both of us - are getting married in about six weeks. Possibly less. I'm too panicked to count. There is Too Much to Do!
SANGU 1:
Oh, I see. So now New Novel's being neglected for that stupid wedding. And Christmas. Hmpf.
SANGU 2:
Do shut up. I can't just ignore Real Life the whole of the holidays. I want to write, I do. But table plans aren't going to make themselves.
SANGU 1:
Why can't people just find an empty seat and sit down?
SANGU 2:
Clearly you're the unintelligent half of me.
SANGU 1:
I prefer reckless, thank you very much. Risk-taking. Fun, even. And look. It's been another half hour and you still haven't written anything.
SANGU 2:
Clearly you're also the half of me that isn't at risk of carpal tunnel.
Let us know who wins this battle!
ReplyDeleteOh, it's hard arguing with yourself, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteGood luck with that Inner Voice and your writing. :)
If ever your other you starts to suggest making soap, then it will be to late!
ReplyDeleteFirst rule of write club: you write!
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Good luck on your wedding planning!
Hmmm. Starting a new novel while planning a wedding and dealing with Christmas might be a tad over-ambitious. Although, perhaps, you might delegate table plans to another? ;)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on all this wonderfulness, because, it really is.
This was actually painful to read, because I know this back and forth banter WAAAY too well!
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