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When the creative juices start flowing, your adrenaline starts rushing. It's a feeling comparable to a girl's first kiss or a boy's first six pack. Then without warning you're staring at a blank page, the girl slams the door on her date, and the boy wreaks havoc on his high tops.
Before panic sets in, you surf the Internet for ideas, turn on the TV, or go outside for a breath of fresh air. When none of those things seem to help you call on your last resort. All you need is a quick fix to get you through the worst of it, and everything will be fine from that point on. You hate yourself for making the call, but you know that you'll hate yourself even more if you don't. You dial the number, and as you're about to hang up, she answers.
"Hello Mom?"
"Who else would it be?"
"I've got nothing Mom."
"Are you talking about that blog of yours that nobody reads?"
"Well he'll read it."
"Is it that Insecure Group for Waiter's?"
"You mean writer's."
"They're writer's, but you're a waiter. You wait to call me, you wait to get a good night's sleep, and you wait to get published."
"Actually, I've been published twice."
"Are you in People or any other magazine that I would read?"
"It's a literary arts magazine, but there's no reason you can't read it."
"You should write for other magazines too. A book would be nice."
"I would love to write a book, but I still have so much to learn. Not to mention all of the work involved. Maybe one day. Oh, I forgot to ask if you went to physical therapy today?"
"No, I'll go another time. The pain will still be there tomorrow, and the therapist keeps pushing me to practice the exercises at home too. Maybe I'll try it again one day. I have to start getting ready for dinner now."
"But it's only 3:00."
"Stop slowing me down. I have to make it downstairs by 5:20."
"Well, what should I write about?"
"Just blame everything on me like you always do."
"That's a great idea! Thanks Mom!"
"Glad I could be of help. Wait a minute, how do you hang this thing up?"
"Just press end. It's in the upper right hand corner."
"I can't see it. Where are my doggone glasses?"
"Did you check the cup holder on your walker?"
"That's where my iced tea is."
"Next to your iced tea."
"Found it!"
"Glad I could be of help."
"You're lucky I'm your mother."
"And why is that?"
"Because anyone else would sue you for stealing their best lines."
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