Me: That’s it. I have no new stories. Not one. I have written everything I can write.
Geoff: You said that last week and then you wrote five thousand words about a lifeboat.
Me: But that situation was totally, completely, irrevocably, one hundred and twelve percent different.
Geoff: Okay. Fine. I guess you’ll have to fill your days with Netflix then.
Me: Fine. I will.
Geoff: What are you writing?
Me: A story.
Geoff: I thought you were done writing stories.
Me: Yeah, but I didn’t mean it.
Geoff (throws up hands in disgust and walks away)