A couple weeks ago, I had a long, difficult visit from my Creative Judge (I refuse to give him an actual name, lest it would suggest a welcome of any sort). I didn’t realize he had arrived until I finally put pen to paper and started writing. About not writing, oddly enough.
His visit went something like this:
NARRATOR (starla j. king)
Maybe I need a word moratorium. If I don’t write, then I remove my Judge’s Exhibit A.
(author note: yeah, I know this guy is acting more as lawyer than judge, but this is how it came out. work with me here….)
See here –
JUDGE points to first line of writing from essay blown up in huge font and displayed on posterboard for display.
We have such potential in line 1, so we read on, eagerly awaiting…
JUDGE points to line 2 of EXHIBIT A, scrunching up his nose in distaste.
LOUD SOUND of expectations crashing to the judgment floor as a resulting dust of heavy disappointment rises and hangs over the jury.
Really, where is she going with this???
JUDGE pauses to let gravity of failure soak in… then kicks shards of shattered expectations out of his way and steps over to the jury.
She is NOT who she says she is. A writer? HA! Someone making a difference in this world? HA!
Look at this woman!
JUDGE spins around, pointing viciously at me, cowering on the witness stand.
Look at this “writing”
JUDGE crunches over sharp-edged opinions on the floor, crushing a few more. Points again to EXHIBIT A.
Do you call this SKILL??? Maybe. But TALENT? A GIFT?? Come on, people… there’s NO WAY!!
JURY MEMBERS nod in disdainful agreement.
That’s where I ended this piece when I first wrote it… left myself cowering on the witness stand.
I stayed there for a few days, until I decided to finish the script — with a big sendoff to my VERY UNWELCOME Creativity Judge. It went something like this:
HEY, wait a minute!
WRITER leaps over railing of witness stand and grabs EXHIBIT A off the display stand. JURY waits in stunned silence for WRITER’s explosive reaction.