Writer’s Block

Stuck for ideas, eh, Old Man?”

I have been stumbling over what next to write; having ideas, yes … but the punch line keeps

evading me. So with these thoughts swirling in my head, I fall asleep. Enter Mack. Strangely enough, I’m again not perturbed.

“Well, not exactly. The ideas are there, but there’s no tail, far more for a stinger!”

“How about featuring the Strait of Hormuz? Look at a map. It’s crooked!”

”Next thing you’ll tell me is that there’s a crook trying to straighten out the area, right?”

“Reading my mind, Rebach!”

“Yuh think?”

“Just trying to help out a friend.”

“A friend. Hmm … “(Scratching head)

“Can’t afford for the Fount to dry up!”

“Thanks for caring!”

“My pleasure, Old Man!”

“(Lord! Look what I have come to!!!)”

“So what is one of your ideas?”

“Well … I’ve been thinking about Machiavelli …”

“Hey! That’s my cousin!”

(Mutter) “Shoulda known …”

“Yeah! I could tell you stories …”

“I don’t want stories! I just want to work out my punch line!”

“I think I can help with that!”

“Sure you can. You’ll fist an orange and throw a haymaker at me. That’s your idea of a punch line!”

“Nah! I’m serious! I’ll be back in a while.”

“Be back?? From where, pray tell!?”

“A place I heard about that I think might help.”

“And what might be the name of this place?”

“You might have heard about it: Writer’s Block.”

”(Grooaann!)”