Were Pen was hovering madly like a possessed bee. She was so angry she was spitting ink and making quite a mess.
“What’s the matter now?” I asked warily.
“You – I – you have the nerve to ask what’s wrong. As if you didn’t know.”
“All I know is you’re acting weird, even for you. What’s wrong?”
“I just think it’s unfair, that’s all.”
“What’s unfair?”
“The way you represent me in the Were Pen stories. Like I’m some mean old muse, a wicked writing witch with a whip (which is hard to say fast 3 times in a row, BTW). Sure, Gertie gets to be the wise woman everyone loves, with her cozy quilts and her china teacups, but they just think I’m out to aggravate you, to “really sock it to you.”
“If the shank fits…”
“I may say one or two tiny harsh words, just to keep you on track, but let’s balance the picture a little. I’ve got a good side, too.”
“I know,” I agreed.
“Then why don’t you tell all those readers about the good things I’ve given you.”
“Such as?”
“Well, what about that very special present, that pebble in your pocket.”
I instinctively reached into my pocket a touched the smooth river stone. “Yes, that is a very precious gift, something I try to appreciate each day, and when I forget, it’s a good reminder. I owe you, Were Pen, and I will tell all Lemuria.”
The Were Pen became still, and seemed to take on a brighter shine, as I told the story of the Pocket of OK…
“Once upon a time, there was a woman who worried too much. She was afraid she wasn’t good enough, smart enough, brave enough, talented enough – you get the picture. She knew bad things happened to good people and she hoped it wouldn’t be her turn any time soon. So one day, as the woman, whose name was Kezza, sat trying to think of something to write in her journal, she thought, “The Muse must hate me! Or worse – the Muse doesn’t know I’m alive and trying to channel some inspiration! Or worst – She knows and she doesn’t care because she thinks I’m no good, I’ll never be a writer, or an artist, or even a good email buddy…”
As she sat there, writing a few words and crossing them out despondently, she heard a voice. “Hey, take it easy!”
“Who said that?” she asked.
“Me. Your pen. Your Were Pen, to be exact.”
“Were Pen? Like a Were Wolf?”
“Yes, or like Ged’s magic blue were light in Ursula K. LeGuin’s Earthsea Trilogy.”
“So you’re magic?”
“I like to think so,” replied the Were Pen.
“Can you help me with creativity?” Kezza asked. “Help me get inspired?”
“I can do more than that. I can give you a priceless gift.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Just close your eyes and open your hand.” I did. I felt something small and hard and round and smooth placed into my palm. “Open your eyes.” I did, and I saw a small worn river stone, marked with one word, written in bold black ink. It said “OK”.”
“’OK’? I don’t understand.”
“I am giving you this gift to remind you of this simple message: Everything is, or is going to be, OK. You, as a person, your life, your writing, is, or will be, OK. You may not realize every dream, or travel to all the places you wanted to, or meet all the people you wanted to meet, or win a literary prize, or get published by Random House, but everything is going to be OK. When you start to worry, and you forget that, just touch the stone and remind yourself, ‘Everything is going to be OK.’” And it will be OK – eventually.”
“Are you sure?” I asked doubtfully.
“Would a talking Were Pen lie?” she asked, slyly.
So Kezza put the rock in her pants pocket so she would always have a pocket of OK, wherever she went, and she lived OK ever after – some ups, some downs, but basically OK, and she always tried to remember what a wonderful gift it is to have an OK day.
steph
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May be tiny or just one, but very important.
by Thalia September 20, 2008 at 1:42 pm edit comment
“You don’t have to be big to be part of something wonderful.”……beautifully said and I love the cryptic nature of Gertie and much more so her sense of humour. You shine through!
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