Poet & a Scholar

“That is it. I can’t write anything. This block is murder, nothing but one sentence and it won’t pass for a novel. How the shit am I supposed to publish this?” Kit slammed the laptop shut and let out a growl. “Hell on earth, I can’t think right…” Sure, Kit had written a lot of books and won a few awards but now, she had the worst case of writer’s block ever. She hadn't’t had blocks like this since she was in 9th grade…and was happy to have it stay that way. But no, life wasn't’t that simple. 1

Taping her foot, she looked at the picture of her family on the desk and smiled. Whenever she had a block, or any problem for that matter, her friend Aubrey would help out, give ideas and share his secrets for writing. He was really bright, and had a great sense of humour.2

Oh…and they wrote everything down. That was why Kit had gone into writing; it was something she loved to do.  Kit had started to date a poet she had found lounging around in HS, way back in time. Soon enough, Aubrey had found a date there too.  Kit’s little poet boy was named William, and Aubrey’s dark little ‘goth’ girl was Vanessa. The four-some ended up at the same collage, though in different professions.  After all four graduated, it was no surprise that the respective pairs were married. 3

But now, Kit was having issues. She had written stories about the foursome’s adventures; but now, she was giving up. “Will?” She yelled, “Honey, come here!” There was a quick sound of shuffling and Will came in, wearing his glasses and holding an old book of Shakespeare’s poetry. 4

“What? You know I have to prepare that speech,” He took the glasses off and leaned against the door frame. His shaggy brown hair fell in his face and the red dress shirt he wore hung off his lithe frame. He wore a pair of faded and ripped up jeans, which certainly didn't’t give off the whole ‘college professor’ vibe. No wonder the kids loved him. 5

“I’ve got a writer’s block. Can you give me some ideas?” She spun around in her chair to face him, and gave him a smile, “And no porn!” Will grinned and walked towards her, setting the book on the bed, and taking a place next to it. He lay down, showing off his stomach. 6

“I don’t have any ideas ‘cept a book about Shakespeare, but maybe I could inspire you.” For an English major, he wasn’t helping very much, and proving he loved to abuse the language. He looked at her, his hair hanging off the bed and limbs askew, she looked upside down. “Hey, you’re upside down.” 7

“You make it seem like anyone can be a teacher.” She got off the swivel chair and sat beside the bed, where his hair hung, and started to rake through it with her fingers. The deep blue eyes stared at her and Kit couldn’t help but kiss his forehead. This was the way it should be, her and Will, staying up late and just being with each other. It was sweet... And ultimately right.8