Drabble – Writing At All

“You write so much!” He said.

“Yeah?” Turn the glass, swallow the sneer.

“I know, I know, it’s like, every single day, you write something.”


“And I thought, like, if I could write as often as you do, I’d probably be closer to done.”

“I just,”

“I mean, they’re not all that great, but it’s always making something right?”

“You mean,”

“I mean, to write so much is just, it’s just such a gift!”


“Yes…?” A pause.

I… keep trying. “Nothing.”

“Well,” he went on –


Another place.

“You write too much.” She said.

“I know.” I sighed.

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