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21 May

Pip, her English Bulldog, was her biggest fan. Patiently he would sit at her feet, every morning at coffee time, and gaze at her fervently with what to her seemed to be a look of perpetual anticipation. This was however the same look that he gave her when she opened a can of his favorite food, so she never was quite sure of his true feelings. She pretended that he believed in her and that any day his love would propel her and her muse to do great things.

She opened up the laptop and quickly went to the Fabulous-Fifteen site. What would be the prompt today, she thought. Would this finally be the day that an edgy idea would propel her writings into something of real substance? Never knowing where her words were taking her once she started, she often felt as if she had been lost in a fog when her timer bell, a shrill banshee screaming her 15 minutes of creation time were over, went off. Usually she had something that was readable, but publishable, well that was another whole bridge over which she feared to cross.

Every morning, well save the one’s on which she was just plain lazy, she sat at her desk and pretended that she could write. She had read somewhere that creating a short story or even a novel, was easier that these mini-flash creations. She found that hard to fathom, yet in the back of her mind as well as at the bottom of her soul, she wondered what would happen it she set the timer for an hour or even longer. Nope, nope…that wasn’t gonna happen today. The screen flashed at her and fingers arched stiffly over the keyboard. Oh no, she thought, looking at the prompt, “I have to write about being a struggling artist !” Panic began to rise in her throat, until she heard Pips soft wheeze of encouragement from her feet. As she exhaled a heavy sigh, a calmness wafted over her as did her Muses’ shawl of creativity. Into the mists she began to feel her way, knowing it was not far to the end of her Fifteen minutes of fame.

Member’s
Pick, Friday
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Character Challenge: The Struggling Artist
Rules: (1) write whatever comes to mind; (2) include an animal named Pip

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Posted by on May 21, 2010 in Persistance, Quick Fiction

 

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