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Here's a little drabble that many of us writers can relate to :)
Drabble 7 - Quiescence
Shauntal knew she didn't seem like a super-ambitious person. In fact, there were many days kept in quiescence. She would read, play with her Pokemon, hang out with Marshal, train her Pokemon, hang out with Marshal, play some video games, read some more, hang out with Marshal, play with her Pokemon some more, battle some challengers (who almost never failed to underestimate her), hang out with Marshal, and do just about everything except the one thing she enjoyed most: writing. Sometimes she left her scribing to the end of the day, or in-between battles, or when waiting for Alder to show up to his own scheduled meeting (he was almost always late).
But then there were the days of passion and inspiration, when Shauntal wanted to do nothing else but write. Those were the days that she locked herself up in her chambers, opening it only for incoming challengers. She had enough drinks and snacks to hole up in their for days, though this had yet to become necessary. In that state of mind she could write over 20 pages a day. And in that state of mind, she hated being interrupted. Ever. Even Marshal had limited access to her, which would put him in a pouting mood. (One day he impersonated everything from a CoolTrainer to a grandfather challenger trying to get into her room. It didn't work, mostly because his acting was horrendous. Though it did result in Shauntal throwing a book at an actual challenger, and profuse apologizing afterward.)
Shauntal felt bad about avoiding Marshal at such times. She loved Marshal so much, but this was writing. This was the reason she existed, to spin tale after terrifying tale (well, not all her stories were scary, but most of them were). Knowing that people all over the world awaited her stories and enjoyed them, that those stories would last beyond her own lifetime...that was true immortality.
But then the passion would fade, and then it was back to having a life again. But Shauntal supposed that it was meant to be that way - she would burn herself out if she wrote nonstop all the time. The lazy days were just her mind refueling for the next creative spurge. And besides, she needed time for Marshal too. He was always so patient with her, even on days when her so-called politeness was as translucent as smudged glass. She knew she was hard to deal with on those days when her quiescence took over. But he loved her anyway. And that's why she loved him.
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