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[impure_tale]

My readers, I am afflicted. Not by any present flooding, not by violent protest, not even by a nannying Warden. No, my tormentor is something a good deal more wicked.

Writers block, my lovelies. What am I to do?

Comments

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You cannot prove they do not converse.

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

Amongst themselves, of course I cannot prove this either way. But speaking with us, humans, in an intellectual debate as this? No, they have not.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

So you would consider them inferior for being unable to do what we cannot do ourselves?

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

What we cannot do--? I do believe we are debating in a calm, rational manner.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You would call them inferior for failing to speak to us? As if we've succeeded in speaking to them?

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

[Thoughtful pause]

I very much would, yes.

But we have, it seems, completely derailed my reason for writing you to begin with. Do you wish for my assistance in your writer's block?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Then you are an idiot, and I have written my fair share of buffoons.

[fractured-will.livejournal.com]

Very well, then. I was not offering to be a part of your stories, merely another person to hear your ideas. But if that is how you feel, then we've nothing more to say.