Beautiful Novel what’s wrong with us? Our relationship used to be so good. Remember the days when I would ignore everything and everyone just to be with you. Every spare five minutes were dedicated to you. We got along so well. Now more often than not you stand with your back to me, arms crossed, and I have to plead and work my way into your graces. Sometimes you shut me out completely.
You used to fling open the door and pull me inside, opening yourself up to me, showing me the wonder of your stories. Remember? Now you allow me glimpses. Then, just as I start to think we understand one another, capricious, you slam the door in my face refusing me entrance to your soul. I sweat and ache trying to write what I saw, desperately wanting it to be good enough for you to open the door again.
Should we get help? I know some crit groups….
Those other bright shinny ideas meant nothing to me. I didn’t ask them to come, they just showed up. I don’t respond to the other characters that talk in my head. Most of the time. And that time you found me with a different notebook I only jotted down a few ideas, mere sentences. I’ll always be yours Novel. I won’t leave you for a newer idea that doesn’t have our troubled past, tempting though that might be.
Do you resent my necessary existence in the real world? I have people who depend on me, but don’t worry, I’m always thinking of you. So come on, let’s work together. The kids are napping, all my time is yours.