In an effort to get back into the swing of writing last night, I cautioned Genius that I did not want any more interruptions. "I can't get anything done when you pop in and distract me."
"Oh, I'm not going to be here that much longer. Enjoy me while you can."
"I'll enjoy you on MY schedule. I'm trying to get some submissions together. You'll sign a release, right?" Of course, I'm hoping that because he's under 18, his parent, which would be ME, could sign the release.
"Well, I don't know. It depends on what it's about. When I'm famous, I can't have my image tarnished by an unflattering story."
"I'm thinking of the rocket story. You said I was not allowed to tell that one to my students."
"I'd sign for the rocket story. What's in it for me?"
"I told you I'd give you ten percent of anything I make. So if I'm paid with a copy of the book, you can tear out 10 pages for every 100 pages in the book. Of course, first I have to get rid of you so I can write the story, then I have to submit it, then it has to be accepted, then it has to be published...I may be dead before all that happens."
"Great! Then I'd get it ALL!"
It's slow going. He's been in my office twice in the last ten minutes. First to raid The Pony's desk, which was originally my desk, for those black clippy things that hold a thick sheaf of papers together. I caught him sneaking out a brand new pack of oversize, colored paper clips. "Oh, these? They'll work, too."
"But they're mine."
"Oh, c'mon. They're not even open! You don't need them."
"Here's a mini version of those black clips. How about these chip clips?"
"They're perfect. Here. Take your paper clips. Don't you have any more of those black ones?"
"No. But Walmart sells them. Maybe you should go to town for some."
"That won't be necessary."
"That would have kept you away for a while. Now go. Don't come back down."
"Not even to bring the clips back?"
"NO!. Stay out."
He brought back the clips. They were for his newest project, photographing assorted fruits dropped into an aquarium of water. More on that project later. I can't really concentrate now.
It's like perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. From a millipede.