"So I guess it's my turn."
A Writers Introduction
The leader lends a hand to me as if to say "Go ahead".
"How would I call you? Any preference?"
I scratch my neck and ears.
"Not really. I have a name and everyone uses it. More known name. Ummmmm....I don't know. Perhaps Thomas Greer would do."
I make a face that shows that it doesn't really concern me. The person speaks again "well ok, how 'bout where you come from? Or and Language."
Clearly they want to know me. My name, my place would surly give hints.
"I'm in the usual location," tried to be smart, "The States," well a smart-ass anyway. "Speak English."
"Age!? Area of Study? Work?"
Are you fucking kidding? I relax my mind, taking deep breaths.
"I'm in my 20s, I go to school so, thou, a writer is my only path thou, not sure how to," I make a gesture with my hand going straight out, "go down that trail. And no, no job."
I decided to go with some kind of flow.
"How did you begin writing?"
"Well," not needed in this statement but whatever, "it started back in middle school. Spelling Bee.", moved my hands around like Jazz Hands for effect. "We had to do activities to know how to spell like a pyramid." I made a two-sided pyramid with my hands. "But, the story, there were no assigned activities of writing so I asked. Made a fuss with the students, but it was only for me. The stories were plagiarized, I actually did not write, uhhhhh, originality till high school. Theater and "Myth and Legends" class. Wrote poetry. I seem to write those more. But I have a talent for having ideas for stories every second of every day."
Talent? I sound ridiculous.
"And What did you...I should say what type you find yourself writing now?"
"I write whatever I write. Superheroes, real issues but fictionalized. I don't know. I mean I do." I feel like Michael Madsen in Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs. Fucking Mr. Blonde aka Vic Vega.
"And why are you here?"
I want to sit down all of a sudden. Why aren't we done with this interrogation?
"Well, I saw "Writers" in the name and decided to drop in. See whats up?," show my coffee in my cup, "have a cup of fresh coffee from a confused machine back at home."
"Okay, Okay. Anything else you would like to share?"
As I turn to sit on my chair, an idea sparked.
"Sure, how 'bout a moment from Alan Wake?:
