I’ve decided there’s a little dragon on my left shoulder.
And no, I have not become quite suddenly delusional.
This little dragon perches up there, relatively dormant – until something happens.
Suddenly little dragon is a great, huge, ROARING dragon – “Oh, was that a sniffle? You better stay home from work today, that’s a good idea.”
“Oh wow, you must be awfully sad. You better watch episodes of Prison Break until your eyeballs fall out.”
A stall in the writing.
“Hm, that’s a huge hurdle, you’re never getting over that. You really better just take a 15 hour nap.”
I like my dragon. I might like my dragon too much to slay it.
My dragon says exactly what I want to hear, when I want to hear it. I call the dragon George, for absolutely no reason other than it sounded like an appropriate dragon name.
It’s true name, I’m quite sure, is laziness.
Do you have a dragon that roars fire at you and at the same time offers everything you want?
How do you slay your dragon?