Little Dragon

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.

A sniffle.

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.”

A sigh.

“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?

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One thought on “Little Dragon

  1. One of the things I like to do when I go through periods of laziness in my writing is simply read well-written, gentle books. I just picked up a Richard Brautigan collection from the library today. Brautigan was a writer from the 1960s and 1970s who wrote poetry and short fiction that reads like a walk in the park with the gentle breeze blowing through your hair. I just did a post on him, if you want to check him out.

    Because really, you don’t have to slay your dragon. You just have to imagine something else.

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