Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Writing for the Writer
I can’t even cook proper meals, he said, it’s macaroni and cheese and ramen noodles every night if I don’t get takeout Chinese or a pizza because it’s too much trouble. I’m writing these words for a fellow writer who isn’t writing them because he can’t write, or do much else, even as I’ve told him to just get over his problem and get on with his life. He has requested that I don’t conclude with judgment on him, and I’ll honor that, though I reiterate that he needs to get over and get on because I can’t keep writing for him.