Let us provoke this oak to grow from acorn to tree, and then from tree to acorn again. There's a story in my head that needs to be written down and read. Soon it will be the story that exists in your mind, too.
"Provocation: A Novel About Trees."
"I'm doing the best I can, really!" Kevin says through clenched teeth.
"Really? You call that your best? She's doing so much better than you! He's hitting the ball for a home run each time! You’re stuck on the bench, cleaning baseball bats! What's wrong with you?"
"Am I doing the best I can?" he says with a frown as he presses the BACKSPACE button on the keyboard again to correct a spelling mistake. There isn't a part of his body that isn't aching after the hours spent in front of the computer monitor. He's been watching in awe as the words appear and disappear and grow of their own accord on the magical whiteness on either side of the flashing cursor.
Caroline answers, “Nope. This is terrible, just terrible. Start over again and this time write it right!”
He groans. His online muse, Caroline, has driven him to write from the beginning again each time he sits down at his keyboard. If he cannot finish the work it gets mysteriously erased before the next day. Each day is a PAGE 1 day. He’s too scared to leave the study room even for a bathroom break, because he knows that when he returns, his precious words might have disappeared again. Working on poems and very short stories never drove him to such lengths. It’s this Novel he’s dreading, his Magnum Opus, his bestseller. He’s been working non-stop for three whole days. Dwindling water bottles on his left and on his right the empties refilled with his waste urine. Two more days and he should be finished.
The big 50 000 word mark is coming up. When he hits 80 000 he will have achieved his goal and finished the novel. Then it’s PRINT and be damned if that devil tries to delete the hardcopy of the first draft sitting in his printer!
The ringing phone breaks his concentration...