A Writer’s Antics 2: Writer and the Beast

Once upon a time there was a writer.

She was young and naive. She didn’t know write from wrong or good from info-dump.

One day, she had such an imagination roller coaster in the middle of the night that she just had to write it down. But then, a Beast jumped out at her, terrifying the daylights nightlights out of her, and said,

“If you want to write this, you have to look up everything you might need to know to make your world believable.”


The Beast nodded. “Everything. Types of food you can eat in a pub in the 1920s, types of stairs that exist in a medieval castle in England, what to call a roof that’s made out of brick, what to call people who make gates, how hot a fire needs to be to melt glass, how Neanderthals came to exist and in what year, everything.”

The naive writer nodded her head and looked up stuff, but it felt like there was no end to it. She started to stress out and thought about stopping.

“But if I don’t look up everything, how can my world be believable?” she asked her stuffed alpaca who just stared at her and said nothing (because of course stuffed animals can’t talk in front of humans).


Blue smoke and sparkles were everywhere. She took off her glasses and wiped them. Then, she saw her future self come out of a time machine with pity on her face.

“It’s a fantasy story, you who is me. You, who is me, don’t need to be that accurate. Don’t listen to the Beast. Even if you did listen to him, he’s not turning into a handsome prince.”


Her future self and the time machine disappeared without another word more leaving a trace of sparkles and dust for the writer to clean up. The writer almost wished her future self would have at least told her if she successfully finished the book.

Thinking of her future self’s words, the writer nodded her head. “I’m write, it is a fantasy story. I mean, she’s write.”

The Beast appeared then, but she ignored him and did some searching, but not so extensively. Frowning, he walked away. The writer was a little disappointed he really didn’t turn into a handsome prince.

MORAL OF THE STORY: If it’s a fantasy story, you don’t have to be 100% accurate.

MORAL OF THE STORY 2: Not all Beasts were once handsome princes.



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