Writer’s Block

“The world doesn’t need people like you anymore. It needs more doctors, more engineers, not more writers. Put down that pen, it can do you no good.” Maybe I should’ve listened to my father. But the world figured out it’s problems just fine without me. Wars were won, laws were passed and the greenhouse gases went away, and I sat here, at my desk writing. People will sometimes ask me what I’m writing about. “I don’t know,” I reply. “Something magnificent,” People don’t like this answer. They tell me to quit, or to hurry up, once in awhile they say “Good for you” and smile at me. I like that, it gives me motivation to write some more. I never do though, I sit at my desk staring at the beautiful sky, thinking about what my father said. My trusty pen hasn’t done me any good, but it can do me no harm either, for I love what it does and as long as that is true I will continue to sit at my desk staring at the sky. I will continue to write but most importantly I will continue to think about what my father said “The world doesn’t need people like you anymore. It needs more doctors, more engineers, not more writers. Put down that pen, it can do you no good.” Maybe Dad, maybe.