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Welcome to my story blog. I will post one new story here every day. You are welcome to comment on any or all of them. Enjoy!
                   --Lee Pound

Day 1 - I Have to Do That?

Sylvester stared at the blank computer screen, his fingers frozen just above the keyboard.

The screen stared back, an unblinking eye daring him to proceed.

Can’t think of a damned thing to write, he thought. Second day in the newsroom and I can’t think of anything to write. He felt the eyes of his editor focused on the back of his neck. Got an hour to turn it in, done, no excuses. Deadlines are deadlines.

He pushed his chair back. “Got to get out of here,” he whispered to himself.

In a far corner of the lunchroom, filled with scattered round white tables, he saw Herb Johnson, the paper’s political columnist, seated alone eating a bagel.

“Is it good?” he asked.

“You want one?” Herb asked. He bit out a chunk of the bagel, chewed and swallowed. “You look nervous.”

“Do you ever have a problem getting your column written?”

“Every day. Never stops me.”

Sylvester sat down across from Herb. “This story doesn’t want to be written.”

Herb shook his head. “No, no, no. The story doesn’t care.” He bit off another chunk of the bagel. “Look, since you’ve been standing here you’ve had ten ideas for starting your story. Pick one.”

“What ideas?”

“The ones you keep ignoring, censoring, editing out. The ones you’re not listening to right now. Now get back to your desk and use one of them.”

Sylvester sat still for a second, absorbing these words.

“Go, already. You’re wasting your time. Sit down and start writing.”

Sylvester walked back to the newsroom, shaking his head. What ideas? He listened but heard nothing. What ideas? The deadline loomed as he sat down at his computer.

He touched his fingers to the keyboard and hesitated. He noticed the fleeting thoughts. What if it’s not good enough? What if the editor doesn’t like it? What if I get fired for missing my deadline?

He typed the words. “What if I get fired for missing my deadline?” He stared at that line for a second and then typed, “Get another job.”

Then he typed the first line of his story.

“Not bad,” he said aloud. It was the first idea he’d let his mind notice. Not bad at all.

He wrote the second line, then the third and was amazed at how fast they flowed.

Five minutes before deadline, he hit the send button and glanced over at his editor, noting the satisfied smile he received in return.

And no, Sylvester didn’t get fired.

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