Me:
Aren’t you
supposed to be
writing?
Me:
How can
I write
when you keep
pinging
me???
Me:
So it’s MY fault?
Me:
It’s
ALWAYS
your fault.
Me:
You think I don’t know
you weren’t writing
before I texted?
Really?
You know I know
you better than that.
I saw you refreshing
your Submittable queue
for like the 1,000th time today.
Right before you scrolled through
every pair of sale boots
on Anthropologie
Also how many times can you
microwave the same
cup of tea?
It’s a
little sad.
Just saying…
Me:
OUCH
Anyway…
tea totally a writer thing.
Like being an
introvert
or crippling self-doubt…
Or cats.
Me:
Begging you not to
Google kittens
for adoption.
You’re SO allergic to cats.
Make your eyes
swell so much
you almost can't see
the bags under them.
Me:
SMH.
Nice. Really nice.
Anyway tortured eyes
totally a writer thing.
The darker
the circles the
deeper the prose.
Me:
Then
you must
have a
Pulitzer.
Me:
ME-fuckin-OW
Me:
You’re right.
That was mean.
Sorry…
Me:
Whatever.
Me:
Seriously.
Don’t you think
you should at least
try writing something today?
How about some morning pages!
☺
Me:
It’s 3:45 in the afternoon…
genius.
Me:
Genius, you don’t say…
Me:
Whatever
Me:
So…
less shoe scrolling
more keyboard
clicking
Me:
Sigh…
I know.
You’re right…
Me:
But?
I hear a but coming.
?
Me:
But…
Me:
But?
Me:
But it’s an extra 40 percent off already reduced prices…
Me:
Really?
They still have those
lace-up
chocolate suede ones?
The ones with
the chunky heel?
I bet they are
off-the-charts soft
would go with
just about everything…
Me:
I know!
Right?
Me:
STOP.
Don’t pull me
into this.
You’re the one
who told me
it’s my job
to make sure
you write today.
You made
me promise.
Me:
Sorry?
Me:
You called it…
and I quote…
“a sacred duty.”
Me:
Can we
PLEASE
forget that
I thought that
let alone said it?
Me:
K
NP
Forgotten.
Me:
Thanks.
Me:
So?
Me:
So?
Me:
So…
Remember
the whole thing
about how the
place is quiet today.
How you finished
your other work.
You’ve done
everything else.
I mean you even
alphabetized your sweaters.
Me:
I think my new
“A for Argyle” system
is inspired.
Me:
Move over
Marie Kondo…
Me:
Rude.
Me:
fine.
Me:
FINE.
Me:
So, the writing?
Me:
TBTH…
I can’t think of a single
thing that seems
worth saying.
There…
you made me say it.
Happy?
Me:
A little bit…
Not really…
No.
☹
Me:
I want to do this.
It’s just…
Me:
I get it.
Me:
[Sigh.]
Me:
It’ll come
to you.
Me:
You think?
Me:
Sure…
Me:
Really?
Me:
[shrug]
Me:
That’s like
one of the
nicest things
you’ve ever
said to me.
Me:
☺
Don’t get too
used to it
Me:
Believe me
I won’t.
I’m familiar with
your work.
Me:
So…
Me:
So?
Me:
So…
THE WRITING
Me:
Can we get the boots first?
Me:
Is there free shipping?
Me:
…
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