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Writer’s Genesis

L. E. Merithew
2 min readAug 30, 2022

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L. E. Merithew

1 One Day, there was a new Thought.

2 And the Author sought to capture the fleeting Creature.

3 In succeeding, Author realized it would make a Story; and it was good.

4 Created He then a number of Characters, some of whom seemed not wholly alive, and others better suited for different Stories.

5 Author fleshed out the Creation, developing the Holy Trinity; that of Plot, and Character, and Conflict.

6 Eventually, the Work was as good as Author believed it could be made.

7 It was sent to what was hoped to be a Friendly Editor; it seemingly returned almost immediately as not fitting the Editor’s needs.

8 “Fools!” exclaimed Author. “Can they not recognize Artistic Genius?”

9 Author consoled himself with two weeks of Fortnite.

10 Returning to the Work, Author discovered its flaws.

11 He corrected the flaws as best he could, and sent the Story to another Editor.

12 Gradually, a myriad of new Thoughts came to the Author.

13 He examined each in its turn, and pursued those that were deemed worthy.

14 The multitude of Stories made their ways to various Editors.

15 And lo, it came to pass that the disheartening Rejections began to be replaced by the beloved Checks.

16 Author was further given Opportunities to speak to others about his Craft.

17 But, know ye well, not everything stays the same.

18 There came a Day when no new Thoughts occurred.

19 Author’s most valiant efforts were no match for the Demon Writer’s Block.

20 “Have I reached the Time,” Author cried, “when I am merely a Pretender, and have nothing more to say?”

21 Author surrendered to the Demon, and took a Job as a Tax Preparer.

22 While the steady Checks assuaged Author’s pain, still it seemed something was missing.

23 As it once was, so shall it be.

24 One Day, there was a new Thought.

© 2022 L. E. Merithew

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L. E. Merithew

A writer that has refused to quit, even after 50 years of anonymity. No matter how fast the Muse runs, I WILL catch her.