Itowktumi

I need to write. My imagination was craving for a heavier genre this time, and i could feel the words running down my thoughts. I only couldnt point how to start so i can put them into use.
"How about a court scene. Let's make a love story and the court scene would making it heavy, " I said.
"But I know nothing about any court process. Only the vague and cheesy shots from the movies i watched."
"A bed scene. An indecent love story, like The Reader?"
"That I could do, but i've been doing that for months. I think it's overated already. And i need something decent, something my children and grandchildren could read."
"You dont have children, not to mention the grand ones."
I rolled my eyes. "I know."
"What was the last novel you've read?"
"War of the worlds," i said. "Should i write sci-fi?"
He was doing that again with his lips. He was thinking. "No. I think you should write an essay. Maybe about the author and his other novels."
"Ive tried to write essays and they ended up with fictitious narration, thus turning out as a short story. I dont think im into those kind of stuffs."
"No? But you've written good essays in highschool. You just have to work a little with your grammar and... tone down a litle bit with your choice of words. Hahaha." He started mocking me.
"I think i should write drama. But i dont know if it could be ended without a bed scene, or at least a foreplay. Eh?"
"Gee. What's this thing with your sensibilities to bed scene?"
"I dont know. Their strong, confrontational, and...eh... thought provoking."
"You mean erotic?"
"Maybe, but not pornographic. Still something decent."
"But i thought you want something that you can share with your children?"
"Maybe not something erotic, but emotional," i said. "Oh, crap. Like there'sa drama that isnt emotional."
We were laughing.
"Arent you hungry?" He asked.
"Shut up. We've just eaten."
"Mm. How about horror and love story."
I looked at him.
"You know. Like Casper. Only a real horror, and a real love story."
I turned to my wristwatch. It was 9 in the evening. "That reminds me of my short story that was left unfinished for almost a year. I dont know how to end it. "
"Why didnt you finish it? What is the title?"
"Casper. Hahahaa!"
"Stupid! Hahaha!"
"No, really. I just think that it's a type of genre that is kind of hard to carry and naratte without being cheesy and absurd."
"Hahaha. How about moving out off the romance and B-rated genre and move into something political. Write a story that criticises the government?"
"That sounds good and perfunctory. But no thanks. Maybe in the future 5 years."
"Uhuh. And what do you mean by perfunctory?"
I blurted out a laugh. "Nothing complicated. It just means that it's functional."
"Whatever."

My conversation with myself ended. I pulled up my blanket over my head because mosquitoes were starting to fiest on my skin. Maybe tomorrow, ill be able to think what to write.