The Beast wants to feed.
It is always hungry,
Wanting more words,
More success,
Productivity.
And a big ass social status.
Without it, I’d be
Rid of the sense of urgency,
Rid of the panic attack when the novel needs another year.
Rid of the elusive desire to become a New York Times Bestselling Author.
But the Beast needs it regardless.
It needs invitations at conventions,
Galas.
It feeds on honorific PhDs,
And viral speeches given to Ivy League graduates.
It needs gold.
Tons of it, and a mansion on an island,
With a community of peer artists and philosophers that come with it.
It needs a helicopter.
The Beast feeds on crowds of screaming fans who can't wait to get their copies signed.
It needs a deal with HBO.
For the score, Lin-Manuel Miranda or Hans Zimmer will do just fine.
Denis Villeneuve to direct the movie.
The Beast needs the tag ‘Now a Major Motion Picture’ on the cover.
It even needs a storm brewing on Twitter.
It feeds off fan art and fan fiction and,
Wants its own tabletop RPG game, alongside its video game franchise.
The Beast can’t be killed.
I can’t kill the Beast.
Why?
Deep down I know what it really needs.
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