A One Act Play Featuring Carter the Goldfish-Flamingo

Carter wandered through the creative desert searching for inspiration

not realizing it was there all along: He just had to look up.

I’m slowly learning how inspiration comes: Through hard work! I always try to write with the help of the Spirit, and it usually goes something like this:

Me: Lord, please help me to write well!

Spirit: Okay.

[Long wait while I’m typing…or sometimes not typing because I’m busy calculating how many times the cursor on my screen blinks per minute (turns out it’s a simple once-per-second, so 60 blinks in a minute in case you were wondering).]

Me: Uhhh…weren’t you going to help?

Spirit: Yes.

[Long wait while I’m typing…or sometimes not typing because I’m doodling a flamingo-goldfish creature named Carter and it takes a really long time to fill in all that black sky with a Sharpie, you know.]

Me: Any time now would be good.

Spirit: You haven’t been paying attention.

Me: I haven’t? Oh! Oh, yeah! Look at that. You’ve been helping me all along. So that’s great, but can you still help?

Spirit: Sure, just get back to work.

[Long wait while I’m typing…or sometimes not typing because I’m staring at that weird smudge on the wall and pondering what it could be without actually getting up and walking over to find out (turns out it was a squished mosquito that someone smashed but never bothered to wipe off the wall in case you were wondering. I finally checked when I had to get up and go to the bathroom).]

Me: I’ve been working forever! Aren’t you going to help?

Spirit: You’re not paying attention again.

Me: I’m not? Oh! Oh, yeah! Look at that. You’ve been helping me all along. So that’s great, but can you still help?

This continues ad infinitum.