The Creative Conjurer

    For an entire year, story after story, he incubated. Each day, the warmth of creativity fueled his growth, and built momentum in his creative journey. Some days were slow and uninspired, others he missed entirely, but many burst with brilliance.

    The anniversary arrived quite uneventfully. Rather than exploding from his shell, he beheld his ensemble which had waxed stronger and more creative every day and simply stepped forward. A new question hung in the air before him: What do you do now?

    A formality really, for the answer was clear without any consideration: Continue. And so, with a grin, and a tip of his top hat, he took another, overly exaggerated (for dramatic effect) step, accentuated by dazzling sparkles and flourishes that dissipated in the air, and began the next part of his indeterminate journey.

    Behind the Creative Conjurer slunk a nameless janitor (this ain't his story), grumbling about the mess of albumen covering the stage.

    "Who does that?" the janitor exclaimed. "This is disgusting. Sure, the mess, whatever this is, is gross. But the nerve of some people! Just assuming some schmuck will come and clean it up" he muttered, intentionally audible enough for the guy who just walked off the stage to hear.

    The Creative Conjurer halted, and gave a squinted look back at the janitor, who stared right back at him. "Clean up your mess, you slob!"

    Aghast, the Creative Conjurer abruptly turned back and set himself forward. He had a journey to continue. In fact, the janitor was precisely correct; his job was to clean up the mess, and he'd best get to it!

    "Oh, don't you walk away from me! I know you heard me; you bum! I've had enough of this swine slop. I ain't leaving you alone until you tend to your filth!" the janitor yelled.

    The Creative Conjurer quickened his pace; he'd have no part of the mess back there, nor of that man who was not following him. But follow him that man did, and he was resolute. He'll tire eventually the conjurer convinced himself and determinedly continued on his own path.