A carefree wanderer stands on the roadside with his bundle and staff, extending a hopeful smile and a thumb. He is young, free of responsibility and eager to explore the world beyond his front gate. Along comes a peddler whose beguiling smile and charismatic charm lures him. The peddler whispers softly 'I can see that you have something important to say. You have a book in you. Buy this pen and paper...'
Filled with the warming thought of fame, fortune and immortality, of being a famous author, the wanderer parts with the last of his cash, finds a spot under an old Yew tree and prepares to write. Anxious to be effective, to meet the standards of other authors, to impress people, the youth stops to think. From deep within comes the rumbling of voices. Mother and father archetypes boom out, the various authority figures queue up to have their say. Jeering voices of teachers, critics, family rumble. His hand is frozen...
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by Heather Blakey
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