Sucking Up The Grist by Kate Twitchin

“Hemingway said, ‘write when drunk, edit when sober’.”

“Great, so while you’re having fun trying to be a writer, I have to live with an alcoholic.”

“I’m not having fun.”

“So don’t do it.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Too right I don’t understand.”

“You said you’d be supportive.”

“I am supportive. Every day, I’m supportive. I pay the bills, I cook, I clean…”

“Just until I finish my novel. It was your idea...”

“And every night I’m supportive, literally, when I help you stagger up to bed.”

“I wish you’d go away.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come out with me, let’s go people-watching, you used to love that.”

“I can’t. I have to stay here until I find it.”


“The idea, the hook, the...”

“You’ll never find it.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“I mean you’ll never find it here, alone, in this room or…”


“Or in the bottom of that whisky bottle.”

“But Ernest Hem…”

“Enough with the Hemingway quotes. You know what you need?”


“Grist for your mill.”

“That’s such a cliché. I thought you wanted to help.”

“I do…I did.”

“What’re you doing?”



“I’m leaving.”

“You can’t. I love you, you love me…”

“I love you, the woman; but I can’t live with you, the writer.”

“I just need one idea, that’s all.”

“How about this: there’s a beautiful woman who has it all - husband who loves her, nice home, cars, holidays and the talent to be a great writer.”

“What happens to her?”

“Ask your mate Hemingway. He drank heavily and was married four times. It worked for him.”

“He committed suicide!”

“Aren’t you killing yourself? Slowly?”

“Why are you being so cruel?”

“Because you need the grist. Suck it up.”

Selected Weekly Write Week#12

Published in Issue #28

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