This is an assignment I had from Drama this past week. You had to write a monologue as if you were an inanimate object. As a writer, I chose a pen!
*SITTING*
Now, I can bet that every single one of you despises me, and I understand that! You think of me, you think of school, you think of having to use me for assignment after assignment. You can feel your hand cramp just listening to me, can’t you? *SHUDDERS* Oh, I’m sorry. Did I forget to tell you what I was?
A pen, duh.
Look, I get it. You don’t like me. You don’t like having to take notes; you don’t like it when I run out of ink while you’re in the middle of writing a paper. And trust me, I hear your complaints when my ink doesn’t dry fast enough and it smears. But, you’re not that fun to be around either! How would you feel if every time you weren’t working hard enough, somebody licked you? Imagine if when you were sleeping, people start pushing on to you to wake you up again. Yeah. That’s my life. Imagine if-
I’m getting off topic, aren’t I?
Look, I get it. But let me ask you this.
Have you ever seen a writer when they get excited?
Yes, no? If you have, then you may know what I’m talking about. Those sparks behind their eyes as they get an idea, the smile on their face as they finally figure out how to work out a chapter.
It’s pretty magical to say the least.
*STAND UP*
But here’s the thing though, you get to see all of this happening, but I get to feel it.
That’s right, feel it. And it’s the best feeling ever. I get to feel someone put their heart and soul into words on a paper. I get to feel that accomplishment that you can only see as they finish their recent work. It’s like electricity, a shock that I can feel go through me from the bottom to the top.
You wanna know the best part?
I’m a part of it. I get to be the reason why someone’s thoughts that are floating around their head escape and end up on paper. I get to be the reason why, why people learn. Remember the last book you read, the one you enjoyed so much? Or how about the last song you listened to, the one you sang at the top of your lungs.
Someone had to pick me up and write it down for you to be able to have that experience.
So yeah, you may not like me. And that’s fine. But I know there’s gonna be another writer out there, waiting to create a whole new world, just for you to see.
