This is why I started writing.
One night I went to sleep, but instead of beautiful scenery, I found myself in a conference room. Sitting around the table were the voices in her head in human form and her inner demon aka alter ego.
“Sit down! We need to talk to you!” one voice said.
I sat at the head of the table, and one of the voices slid a pen and paper at her. I looked at it and said, “What is this? Who are you? What is going on? Where am I?”
One of the voices sucked her teeth and said, “You ask too many questions! Shut up and listen! We want you to write everything we do and say! Got it!”
I rubbed her chin and said, “When I was younger, I wanted to be a journalist or a columnist but no! No! I am not a writer!”
Another voice smiled and said, “You are now!”
I jumped up and said, “No! I’m not doing this!” Then I tried to wake myself up, but I couldn’t. Have you ever got stuck in a dream, guys?
Anyway, “Sit down!” another voice said.
I flopped back into the chair and said, “I’m not writing! You can’t make me!”
Everyone busted out laughing. Then they said, “You don’t have a choice!”
One leaned closer and said, “You have two choices—write our story or go crazy! We won’t stop talking! We will fill your head up! You won’t be able to concentrate on anything else!”
I looked around the table at everyone smiling maliciously at her, with one eyebrow raised. I sighed and took the pen and paper and said, “Fine! What should I write?” That’s when the story began.
