Dragon Droppings

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I swear, some days I feel like I want to give up. Then, Sam tries to cheer me up.

It all started while I was sitting at my computer trying to come up with a new article for Medium…

"All of these ideas are in my head when I don't have any paper to jot stuff down, but the minute I want to sit and write I've got nothing," I say to myself as I get more and more aggravated.

Sam chimes in, "Don't worry, Dave. You'll think of something. Just sit a bit longer."

"You say that every time we go through this Sam. I just feel stuck today. There were plenty of ideas roaming around in my head last night, but now I can't remember any of them."

Swinging his large dragon tail back and forth, Sam responds, "You should have written this stuff down then. You should know that by now. I'm just a dragon and even I know that."

"Thanks, Sam. I appreciate that. Nothing says cheer me up like being chastised by an imaginary dragon." I shake my head and continue to stare at the screen.

"Hey, you're the one talking to me buddy. I just say what you think."

"Again, Sam, thank you…"

Sam wanders towards the kitchen, "You're welcome, Dave. I'm gonna go get something to eat."

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(5 minutes later)

*CRASH*

"Sam, what was that?"

"Nothing, Dave… nothing at all. I'll um, I'll be right back." Sam says nervously.

I walk into the kitchen to find a pile of shattered plates on the floor and Sam standing in the middle of it all. I smack my face and peer between my fingers at Sam.

"What's wrong Dave? I said don't worry about it. Some things just fell when i climbed up on the counter and opened the cabinet."

Shaking my head in disgust, "Sam, how many times have I told you to ask for help if you need something up high? Just because you have wings doesn't mean you are good at flying."

Sam lowers his head and glances back at me, "Sorry Dave. I'll try to remember that next time." We all know he won't remember and will make a mess again.

"Go in the other room and try not to destroy anything with that tail of yours. I'll clean up in here."

"Thanks, Dave. I'm glad you're around to clean up after me. I'm going to go watch some tv." Sam waddles into the other room happy as could be.

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(Back in the other room)

Sam is rummaging through a box of junk and I'm once again sitting at the computer. Staring at the computer screen, the only words I have typed out are: Dragon Droppings. Sounds like a good title for a book about a dragon that causes havoc everywhere he goes.

I can see Sam's reflection on my computer screen and I just watch as he does his own thing. For an imaginary dragon, he sure does cause a lot of trouble, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

There are days I can't stand Sam. Other days I am thankful I have him around. Yes, I know he is imaginary. And, yes, I know that I am just talking to myself and giving that inner voice a name and character. Sometimes, it's the only way I can get through the day. Sam gives me an entire book full of ideas for writing. So many sometimes that it clogs my head to the point of an anxiety attack because my head just gets too overwhelmed.