| Zuke's comments on "Moving Day" |
| There's nothing better than being a writer. OK, there are definitely some down sides to being a writer, like the annoying habit you develop when you totally zone out on your significant other, causing him or her to ask if you're paying attention. This can sometimes develop into that horrible "you never listen to a word I say" conversation until the light bulb pops above their head and they say, "Oh, are you writing a story again?" And don't even start with me on the whole writer's block thing. But generally the good things far outweigh the bad. And the thing I like the most about being a writer is the whole godhood thing. I'm telling you, Ares (God of War) has nothing on me when I'm writing. I can create any reality I choose. I can change the course of history. I can make Queen Victoria allergic to strawberries. My characters have free will, of course. What self-respecting god wouldn't allow that? But other than that, I'm in control. And so we come to Moving Day. There was my character. A poor little horny girl with her eye on a dark-haired beauty. It was time for Zuke (God of Horny Girls) to step in. But boy did reality need a little shake up. I mean, it was a bar, for god's sake (oops, didn't mean to use my name in vain there). So, in my bar there were no sticky spots on the floor, no stale peanuts, no dirty glasses, no women with offensive body odor. And the bathroom�well, it didn't smell like Lysol, there were no toilet paper remnants on the floor, no mildew stains on the sink, no overflowing trash receptacle. In short, it was a place that two horny girls could have some fun. It was a challenge to manipulate reality for this story, but damn, it was fun. It's good to be God. |
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