Daily Dialogue: War and Games

Starting tomorrow, I jump from writing for 20 minutes to writing for 40 minutes. An artist always pushes and the idea of writing randomness for so long doesn’t scare me anymore. Plus, I think I’m a better writer now, so I can write for so long without it being nine shades of mush. I’ve written long form things before, including a novel, but I’ve never written everyday. Exercise all over is important, and you only get better by doing. So why wait until another creative idea hits you before you evolve as an artist? Why not evolve as you get to that creative idea, then evolve more? The vast majority of whatever I’ll create will be female-centric so, as a male, it’d be wise of me to make damn sure I’m brilliant at writing women because so many men are bad at it. And the readers who’ve been with me for a while (thank you) and wondered why I always start these writings with how long it takes to write and other details, it’s always someone’s first time reading.

Winnie
Mommy, where’s Daddy?

Mommy
He’s away.

Winnie
Where did he go?

Mommy
Let’s look at the map. Where are we?

Winnie
Um… There.

Mommy
Where’s there?

Winnie
The Yoo-mited Stakes of Muh-meridah.

Mommy
Heh. The United–

Winnie
United…

Mommy
States of–

Winnie
United Stakes… States of…

Mommy
America.

Winnie
United States of America. Looks like a fat gun, Mommy.

Mommy
I guess it does. Now let’s find Daddy. He’s somewhere over here.

Winnie
But Mommy, the blue stuff is water and he’s waaaay over there! I thought Daddy couldn’t swim good.

Mommy
Swim well. And he flew.

Winnie
Daddy has wings? He’s a bat?

Mommy
No, he took a plane with some friends. You remember planes, right? Those big metal things with wings.

Winnie
I hate them, they’re too loud.

Mommy
Well, Daddy doesn’t mind.

Winnie
Who are his friends?

Mommy
People he’s known for a long, long time.

Winnie
Go back to the map.

Mommy
Daddy and his friends flew to this place.

Winnie
It’s so tiny, Mommy. How can he fit?

Mommy
It’s a lot bigger when you’re in it.

Winnie
Like the TARDIS?

Mommy
What’s that stand for, Winnie?

Winnie
Time and Relative Dimension in Space.

Mommy
And you can’t say your country… What’s the name of this place?

Winnie
Ear-wack-wah.

Mommy
Iraq.

Winnie
Why does it have a funny name?

Mommy
They think your name’s funny.

Winnie
My name’s a good one.

Mommy
So is theirs, to them.

Winnie
Did Daddy go there to fix their name?

Mommy
No…

Winnie
Why did he go there?

Mommy
To protect us.

Winnie
From who?

Mommy
The bad people.

Winnie
What did the bad people do?

Mommy
They hurt a lot of people.

Winnie
Is Daddy gonna hurt them?

Mommy
Yes, to protect us.

Winnie
But aren’t the bad people gonna fight back?

Mommy
Yes, but we’ll win.

Winnie
Doesn’t Daddy hurt the bad people on his game?

Mommy
Yes, but that’s different.

Winnie
But why? Sometimes he plays as the bad guys and wins. Does that make Daddy a bad guy?

Mommy
No, because he’s pretending.

Winnie
But when I pretend, it’s real. Why can Daddy play a bad guy and hurt the bad guys?

Mommy
Because it’s a game and the other thing is real life.

Winnie
I don’t like that, Mommy. Daddy can’t be the bad guy and hurt the bad guys. He looks happy when he’s the bad guy, too. Is he gonna fight faggots?

Mommy
Do you want soap in your mouth?

Winnie
But that’s who he gets angry at when he gets hurt in the game.

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