Writer: It's raining.
Conscience: And your point is...?
Writer: I don't feel like writing.
Conscience: And this should be important because...?
Writer: It won't be any good.
Conscience: You don't know that. You've just got to hunker down and do this little thing.
Conscience: But what? What's your excuse now?
Writer: (looking annoyed) Excuse me?
Conscience: See, that's clever. Write it down.
Writer: I didn't mean to be clever. It just came out that way.
Conscience: Even better. Now get writing.
Writer: But I should be...
Conscience: Stop. Let me guess. Doing the laundry. Baking. Cleaning the house. Clearing out the filing cabinet. Repainting the...
Writer: Okay, okay I get your point.
Conscience: Another clever remark. Are you writing this down? You'll forget.
Writer: It's just...the book.
Conscience: Which book? You could be talking about many things here. Yours? Someone else's?
Writer: The book I'm reading. It's so well done. The plot, the characters, the twists... I'll never write like that.
Conscience: No. You write like you. Accept it. Build a bridge and get over it.
Writer: Easy for you to say.
Writer: Stop smiling. You're not the one trying to feel their way to the end. You're not the one rewriting chapters. You're not the one moving things around. You're not the one tearing their hair out because it's just not good enough.
Conscience: How do you know it's not good enough? You don't. Get it out there and see what others think. You might be pleasantly surprised.
Writer: Or not.
Conscience: (shrugs) Or not. You don't know. Are you a writer?
Conscience: Then...write. Call me when you get out the chocolate.
Conscience: No one can be good all the time.