Writer's Block
by: Jessi Brimer
"A GIRL!!!!"
I glanced up at the irate Fey at my side, and shrugged.
"So?" I asked looking at him.
"But...but....You named a GIRL rat after me!" Puck said glaring at me then the small being in question.
"Well...The pet guy SAID he...she was a boy....No big deal though, I'll just call her Lady Puck...." I started.
"No big deal!" he huffed.
"Oh come on Puck....It's not that bad." I reasoned with him. "I mean, I could have named her Oberon or something and not even thought of you."
"Ok, ok, you got me there," he said with a sigh. He gently petted "Lady" Puck. "And she is cute...So I guess I'll let you off this time. Now, why did you call me here in the first place?" He asked sitting cross-legged in mid-air and allowing Lady Puck to perch on his shoulder.
"I've got writer's block," I said glumly, "I thought having you here might inspire me."
"And?"
"It's not working."
"Well..." he floated to my side looking over my shoulder. My computer begain to do things, as though someone where moving the mouse.
"What are doing?" I asked as he opened my story.
"If I can't inspire you with my presence I might as well look over what you've got so far and see if I can help," he said with a shrug. I blinked as my monitor floated up to his eye level.
"Sure...Why not?" I said with a sigh. "At this point I'll take anything...."
"Hey!" he said glaring at me. "I'll have you know I, as Owen, minored in English in college."
"You went to college?" I asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, how do you think I got my references? Faked 'em? Where's the challenge in that? It was kinda depressing though...."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I was 'Owen Burnett, straight arrow'," he said glumly. "Do you realize how much self control it took to be Owen in college? Parties as far as the eye could see....And I stayed in my dorm doing homework."
"Ouch...."
"Yeah...." he agreed in a depressed tone. "Oh well....that's the way the cookie crumbles."
"Poor you."
"Yup....poor me, you gonna eat that chocolate bunny?"
"Yes," I said grabbing the candy and trying to find a place to hide it. The last time he'd had chocolate at my house he'd been bouncing off the walls...literely.
"Ahhhh....Please?" he asked, giving his best pityful face.
"Ok...But only an ear....And if you start getting hyper again...." I warned giving him his alotted ear, hoping I wasn't committing sucide.
"Whatever," he said happily eating the chocolate. "This is the best stuff since...coffee."
"Yeah yeah...now, my story?" I asked raising an eyebrow iratably.
"Oh yeah...."