Experiment #9: Anthropomorphism

"Cut it out. You're tickling me", said God.
Brandon had been rubbing his pen for a few minutes now without noticing that he was doing it.
"Sorry, it wasn't intentional. Besides, you're not being much of a help today. Can you blame me for getting distracted?"
"I'm always helping you. As long as you use me and refill my ink when necessary, I'll continue helping you. But I can only do so much. I can't just shower you with ideas or write these things for you, that would defeat the purpose."
"Well, if you don't give me something, I won't have any money to buy your next refill. So at least give me a spark."
"Just write about how you're feeling, or something. Or maybe about whatever pops into your head in the next few minutes. I'm sure if you start to build momentum, inspiration will come. If you don't build any momentum, the inspiration never comes. You know this."
"It's one of those days where I'm not feeling anything but frustration, and this frustration is the only thing occupying my mind. It's blocking out anything that may be worth writing about."
"Well, if you feel frustrated, and all you can think about is this frustration, write about it. Who knows, it might turn out wonderfully and relieve all of your irritation. Just remember, I'm here for you, baby. You can do it. Trust me, and believe in yourself."


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