The problem of being a writer.

The problem with being a writer is you know how to describe things. In your mind, you’re not just thinking about petting your dog; you’re thinking about what you would tell other people about petting your dog. What does is feel like? How does he respond? Are you creating dialogue between you and your dog?

“I grasp Levi’s ear between my thumb and middle finger. I run my forefinger along the edge of his ear; it feels velvety soft. He looks at me with sad eyes and I’m sure he’s thinking “You were gone for an awful long time today.”  I notice that it’s cold so I take his ear in both hands and rub quickly creating heat. He doesn’t seem to mind. He lowers his head closer to my face and breaths softly and deeply. He’s glad that I’m home again.”

Much of translates into trying to tell people about events that they may or may not be interested in. Even if they were interested, after a five minute story with no end in sight, no one cares what you have to say anymore. People don’t want the details. All they want is:

“Levi was so happy I came home last night.”

Where’s the fun in that?

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