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My new coffee cup says “Writer’s Block: When your imaginary friends won’t talk to you.” I had to have it when I saw it at a bookstore in Delray Beach. Not that I get writers’ block. I’ve never been able to afford it.  But imaginary friends??!  They don’t get enough recognition, in my view.

Some of us find our calling very young. I had imaginary friends for years before I realized they were actually the voices of characters and my many opinions.

I started writing things down in fifth grade after the glee club teacher squelched my singing ambitions by telling me to “just mouth the words.” I’ve been mouthing the words to stories, essays, magazine pieces, and, indeed, whole publications and websites ever since.

When I left my last position, after a hectic, all-absorbing decade as an editorial director,  I thought, well that’s enough with the words. I’ve done most everything I’d hoped for and now I could give leisure a chance. Go on drives to nowhere with my cheerful, largely silent husband. Cover Art Basel Miami, take a class, go to the theater, hear some jazz, find some friends.

But it was no use. I kept writing. Mostly on assignment, but, yes, more and more fiction and essays at times when those imaginary friends just won’t shut up.

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