This is a chatlog of a monster talk I did with a client who’s also a dear friend. They were very keen for me to post this, and chose the pseudonym ‘Bilbo’ for reasons that will become apparent (and unintentionally hilarious when I quote LOTR at one point.)
Bilbo has been dealing with chronic illness for many years, and is now dealing with the possibility of getting better and being able to have a career. Which sounds (and is) wonderful, except that here be monsters…
Bilbo: This is the monster that makes me panic so much about how much I haven’t got done in my life yet and how it is slipping away and how there is absolutely no chance that I can achieve or do anything real now.
It’s a “what’s the point”? type monster, as far as I can make out.
But above all, it’s an “it’s too late” monster.
me: oh <3333 empathy
Bilbo: Yeah. It took me a while to burrow down this far, if that makes sense, but this is one of the Big Bads for me.
me: that does make sense! I find a lot of the time I deal with one monster and there’s another lurking underneath
and yes, I can understand that
me: do you want to tell me a bit more about it?
Bilbo: I don’t feel I know much about it yet – frankly it’s a very, very intimidating monster! But it’s also kind of slippery. Impervious.
It doesn’t attack me, as such, it looms over me and steals all the air from the room.
Bilbo: It’s very tall, and very thin, and has a cloak. And is, oddly, blue.
Oh, and I do know that a lot of its Stuff comes from my Dad. Who was very much into this idea that if you didn’t begin the day right you couldn’t ever get it back.
(Frankly he seemed to imply a lot that if you didn’t begin the day right you couldn’t get any day back, but I did at least manage to break that slightly.)
me: ugh, ugh, I feel for you having to grow up with THAT
Bilbo: *hugs* Thank you!
me: and well done for breaking it, even slightly
you know, that was a monster of HIS talking!!
Bilbo: Oh, yes, that’s true!
Damn. Monsters are contagious!
me: I only just realised that myself and it’s SO true
Bilbo: *hugs* too
Oh, something else about this monster – it looks sad.
Bilbo: Not angry, just… sad. Disappointed. But you know that “grown-up” negativity that is actually really oppressive, that regards optimism and positivity as childish and unrealistic etc.? That.
That kind of disappointment that absolutely refuses to let other people not be disappointed too.
Bilbo: It’s not quite the same, but it reminds me of a time I played piano in a music concert when I was, I don’t know, 7 or 8 or so? And I didn’t do brilliantly, but I did my best, and I got a really nice round of applause. And my Dad had been page-turning and helped me off-stage and all he said was, “oh, never mind”. In a really, really kind way, and he clearly thought he was being lovely. But it was crushing because he was telling me I’d done badly.
oh, you must have been completely gutted
Bilbo: I was. It’s weird how much that still hurts!
me: ouch, ouch
not weird at all!
your creativity is so essential to your being, music especially
and his approval for something SO fundamental to you must have meant SO much
Bilbo: Yes! Also, he didn’t let me enjoy even for a minute the fact that I’d made it through to the end of the piece even though it was, in retrospect, too hard for me.
me: ugh, horrible
Bilbo: If he’d told me later on that he thought I could do better than that and he’d help me to practise more next time? That would have been absolutely fine.
me: yes <3
I think most people intuitively get that children need support for their creativity even more than adults (and you know how much adults do!) and give them that little bit of applause however well they’ve done
Bilbo: Yeah, exactly. Which is what the people applauding me were doing! They could all see that I was struggling, and they felt for me and were applauding my being brave and keeping on going even though I was under-rehearsed.
Just thought of something else: it was him choosing what he thought my emotional response should be. (Which my parents both did so much, and my Mum still tries to do with everyone.)
me: ugh, yuck
so, you really, really didn’t get a lot of empathy as a child
Bilbo: Yeah, really not.
me: I’m so impressed that you’ve ended up with such a gift for giving empathy to others
Bilbo: *hugs* Thank you. <3 blushes rather
I think that’s all I can thnk of about my “It’s Too Late” monster right now.
(Here we did conscious entry)
me: if you’d like a safe room (or knowing you, the top of a safe mountain) to be in while I talk to this monster, that can be arranged
or if your monster is ready to come forward now, I’m ready to talk to it <3
Bilbo: I think so. I’d like a sheltered hollow on top of a Scottish hill, with a wonderful view of the sea, and sheltered enough to be able to play my uke and guitar and turn the pages of music books without them blowing away.
me: wonderful I see you need no prompting there
exhales, a little panicky but okay
My monster is not just ready but very eager to come forward.
(And barged past me… hmph.)
me: (oh!! <3)
hello, monster let’s talk
It’s Too Late: Hi.
me: so it seems like you’re really eager to talk to me
is there something particular you want to say?
It’s Too Late: Bilbo never listens.
They keep thinking there are things they can do, even though they’ve wasted most of their life so far.
I am hoping that you will listen to me.
me: I’m absolutely listening
I know it’s really, really important to you to be heard
It’s Too Late: .. Thank you.
me: you’re welcome <3
It’s Too Late: I’m not sure what I want to say now. Except that I feel betrayed by Bilbo.
They are horrible to me.
me: sounds like you’re very, very angry
It’s Too Late: I’m mostly just miserable.
But Bilbo makes me angry as well by brushing me aside and not listening to me.
me: oh, I’m so sorry to hear that you’re miserable
and it’s totally understandable when you have such a painful relationship with the person you love and exist for
It’s Too Late: They don’t listen! They keep trying and trying and trying to get better and to do things and they won’t listen to me when I tell them that there’s no point when it’s too late now for us to do anything!
me: you must be terribly frustrated
It’s Too Late: We lost our childhood to abuse and bullying, and all our adult life so far to illness.
It’s Too Late: There is no possible way that things can change now, and every time Bilbo decides to try more it makes me so angry and upset.
me: why is that – what are you afraid will happen to them if they keep trying?
It’s Too Late: I don’t feel loving towards Bilbo. All I feel is this enormous hole full of grief that they won’t acknowledge or pay attention to.
They are trying to make our story have a happy ending, and it’s not possible! No story starts like ours and has a happy ending.
No one would even bother to tell a story like ours. Happy endings are for people who do things when they’re young and keep on doing them.
me: oh – you need acknowledgement for your loss? For their loss – right?
It’s Too Late: Yes yes yes!
They are determined to have this happy life, and that’s all well and good but are so damned positive and chirpy about it and they won’t notice that their childhood was ruined and their adult life has been ruined and there’s no hope of it changing.
me: you need to know that Bilbo is mourning with you, because you don’t want to cry alone?
It’s Too Late: Yes! Oh Gods, yes!
But I think they are afraid that if they start mourning they will slide into depression and never come out again.
So I can see why they don’t want to acknowledge the loss.
But I am still depressed. And I’m upset that they aren’t too.
me: I understand
It’s Too Late: But Bilbo mourning the loss too wouldn’t help that much.
me: why not?
It’s Too Late: Because it’s still far, far too late for them. For us.
Because there’s no point to anything in their life because they didn’t achieve anything when they were younger, and because their life has been ruined.
me: so basically, you just want Bilbo to be here with you at the end of all things
It’s Too Late: I suppose so.
I want them to stop trying to escape.
I want them to stop trying. Trying to be nice. Trying to be positive. Trying to act like they have a life that’s worth anything and that can ever be worth anything.
*flaps cloak around in frustration*
me: okay, just assuming for the moment that you’re right and Bilbo’s life will never be worth anything – what happens if they keep trying?
It’s Too Late: They will never notice what’s happened to them. And I will be all alone!!
You were right earlier. I… I want to not be on my own anymore.
I want Bilbo to understand how much pain I’m in.
me: it sounds like you need empathy <3
It’s Too Late: Yes.
me: like all those years when Bilbo needed empathy and wasn’t getting it
It’s Too Late: Yes.
me: and for Bilbo to give you empathy for your pain, you believe they would also have to be *in* your pain
It’s Too Late: Yes!
me: which is incompatible with seeing hope and trying
It’s Too Late: I want them and me to understand each other, and instead they are going further and further away from me!
I’m supposed to know everything about them. I do know everything about them.
If they keep hoping and trying and changing, I won’t know them anymore and they’ll be even further from understanding what it is I’m feeling.
They are running away from me and I’m so scared!
me: sending you so much love for the fear
It’s Too Late: Thank you.
me: the thing is, Bilbo has tremendous compassion
they can understand someone’s pain, and feel compassion for them, and be with them and even cry with them, without also taking on that person’s stuff and making it their own stuff
and maybe, just maybe, they can do that for you too
It’s Too Late: Then why haven’t they already?
me: they don’t respond well to fear-based motivation
It’s Too Late: They want to not even acknowledge that we share this horrible history of pain!
me: which is totally understandable because well, it’s a horrible history
and what you seem to be doing is emphasising just how horrible that is, in the hopes that if you make the horribleness big and loud and in-their-face enough, they can’t fail to respond
the thing is that when things are big and loud and in their face, they respond by protecting themselves, just like most people would
the more scariness you’re sending their way, the less they want to interact with you or acknowledge you
It’s Too Late: But I’m scared!
They keep wanting to achieve more with their life!
They’re breaking the story!
me: why is it terrifying, what are you afraid will happen?
how is the story supposed to go?
It’s Too Late: They… argh.
The story goes that they had an abusive childhood, and were bullied at school. They achieved some things despite that, but then they became ill.
It’s Too Late: And that’s it. The story has to end there, or it carries on with them continuing to be ill. Dying loved and pitied but … but what it can’t do is suddenly change in their early-mid thirties into a totally different story!
They can’t just turn around in their mid-thirties and achieve things!
me: oh, right!
It’s Too Late: Things… people… stories… life doesn’t work like that!
me: so, wait
you’re actually afraid that Bilbo is right?
that they *can* achieve things, and that this will just make the story unreadably weird, like if the consumptive Victorian woobie got up in the middle and started driving the plot?
It’s Too Late: Yes!
There’ll be no… no guidelines! No rules! No plot! It will be chaos.
I won’t know how to help them with that!
They won’t know what to do, and they’ll never be able to explain to people the story of their life because it won’t make sense!
I’m… oh Gods.
I think I’m Bilbo’s writer.
me: oh! oh, wow. <3
It’s Too Late: It’s not good! I’ve been lumbered with this horrible story, but at least I can make it consistent!
They’re trying to run away from everything I can set up for them.
It was bad enough when they got a boyfriend, I could make things fit that. But… but to suddenly decide to be and become a successful folk singer? In their mid-30s? And then, what, adopt a child in their mid-40s? Argh! It’s chaos!
me: I so empathise with how scary it is when your story takes on a life of its own
It’s Too Late: And there’ll be this huge big hole in their twenties, and… and if they get better and start enjoying life then they’ll have to face up to that huge big hole, and all the horrible bits of their childhood, and look back at them as this blank space, and it will make them utterly miserable!
And, and I know I’m not being consistent and argh!
It is scary, yes. Thank you for empathising.
me: you’re welcome, and you don’t have to be consistent <3
It’s Too Late: I don’t want them to be a middle-aged person and achieving all these things and then looking back at the first 34-odd years of their life as a waste.
me: of course you don’t want that for them, I understand
It’s Too Late: But… but if their whole life is like that, then, well. That’s just a tragedy. Not a mess.
A tragedy I can deal with! I can help them with a tragedy, I understand it!
me: yes, because then… they clearly couldn’t help it, right??
It’s Too Late: Yes!
And at least it would be a good story!
This… all this changing when they’re far too old to be the hero of their own book anyway.
Maybe if they left it ’til they were 70 or so it could be a different sort of book.
me: oh, that
I’ve been sensing that floating around the edges of the conversation
It’s Too Late: But no one goes from zero to adventures at 34.
Okay, apart from hobbits.
me: you read my mind
It’s Too Late: But Frodo was the equivalent of 21! I’ll concede Bilbo though, since 50 works out as around 30s for hobbits.
me: I was going to say, Bilbo
It’s Too Late: But.. argh.
See, that’s an appealing thread. It makes some sense.
But it’s one story against all of the others that are piled up against anything happening for people in their 30s unless the things in question started a lot earlier.
Also, how is Bilbo going to explain the huge gap as a folk musician? There are professionals half their age. It’s terrifying. They’re going to be told they’re too old.
me: TROPES! We have a problem with Real Life Tropes!
It’s Too Late: … Oh. Yeah, I guess.
me: there are a lot of Real Life Tropes that say achievement can’t start in your 30s
It’s Too Late: I think… well.
I brought Bilbo up.
I, books, stories.
me: oh, wow
It’s Too Late: Their parents were so neglectful in so many ways. They never taught them the things they needed to know.
I’ve looked after them as best I could, even though I’m just a hack writer.
But they’re a real person, and it’s HARD!
me: oh, SO MUCH EMPATHY FOR YOUR HARD!
It’s Too Late: And I can’t help them or look after them or guard them or explain to them what they need to do when none of the stories cover where they are going now!
I can’t do this!
And if I can’t do it, who is going to look after Bilbo?!
and their gods
It’s Too Late: cries
But what if that’s not enough?
I have to look after them! I need them, and they need me!
What if I stop protecting and hemming them in, and they need me and they’re too far for me to reach!
me: Bilbo will always need stories
and stories will always be part of them
but to be hemmed in – by stories?
the fact that you even chose that word tells me that you’re starting to see it differently
It’s Too Late: I think I am.
me: can you tell me what you’re seeing now?
It’s Too Late: I think… I think I have to let Bilbo write the story.
me: I think that is the most bloody awesome idea ever <3
It’s Too Late: And/or I have to let Bilbo be free and lead their life, and then I write that, rather than, well, writing their life and making them follow what I’ve already written.
But then, what’s my purpose?
me: you’re the writer
you are the one the character brushes past and whispers ‘Take this down’
It’s Too Late: And, well, they haven’t done much writing over their adulthood? Probably because I’ve not let them… argh.
me: this isn’t just about literally writing
it’s about stories
if you prefer, you’re the storyteller
It’s Too Late: We have to make a new story together. They and me.
It’s Too Late: I don’t know if I’m good enough for this. :-S
I… I really do have to try though, don’t I?
this is the great thing about stories!
It’s Too Late: Oh.
me: when you let them tell themselves
that’s when it gets good!
It’s Too Late: This is the whole writing thing, isn’t it? The whole craft thing generally.
me: yes <3
It’s Too Late: You keep going at it, and if it’s shit you keep going and then you write/make/sing/invent more and more and more because the more you do it, the better you’ll get at it.
I’ve been writing Bilbo the wrong story to be in.
And I’ve not let them write their own.
So we’re both actually pretty inexperienced for this.
But… but we have to try. We really do have to try.
me: and there is time, for both of you, and yes
It’s Too Late: I would like them to acknowledge more fully how much grief we both have for their childhood and the first part of their adulthood, though.
I think that would help. Not so much with the story but, well.
Because I was writing it so I got more and more and more distressed by it.
Can I help them to mourn, but without depressing them in a bad way?
me: yes, absolutely
I think mourning and depression are almost opposite
mourning is processing pain, letting it flow through your system
depression is when you’re stuck in pain and pain is stuck in you
It’s Too Late: *nods* That makes sense.
Gosh, I really am very scared. Bilbo and I are trying to write a totally new story, with a plot that no one else seems to write!
I think I’d better let them take the lead. I think that way I won’t obstruct them.
But maybe I can help with some of the fine detail.
me: I think that’s a wonderful idea, and yes
It’s Too Late: I… this may be an odd request, but can I talk to your Mr H?
It’s just that he seems to really know a lot about stories.
me: yes!! he would love to, hold on
It’s Too Late: Thank you.
Mr. H: hey there it’s me
It’s Too Late: Hi!
Mr. H: so you wanna talk about stories?
ask me anything
It’s Too Late: OMG how do you cope with being a story-person who lives in the head of a real person? It’s so hard!
I’m starting to realise that I may not actually be a monster at all.
How do you stop the tropes from getting in the way of the real story?
Mr. H: I just keep reminding myself and her that I’m part of her
It’s Too Late: *nods* Trouble is, I’ve been controlling Bilbo far too much. I need to know how to let go of that, but still support them and… well, I’m kind of stumped.
Mr. H: what I do is sense when I’m needed and show up
It’s Too Late: nods
I’ve done a lot of advising Bilbo over the years.
When things in real life are similar to stories, I’m usually quite good at advising them.
But when there’s a difference, I get terrified.
Mr. H: right, so that’s when you need to show up, when there’s story-stuff going on
when you can motivate Bilbo by saying guess what, ring, fire, go!
It’s Too Late: So… so I guess I need to learn to tell when this is something I can help with, and when it’s something that actually Bilbo can teach me about, or someone else in their head-cast can teach us both!
Mr. H: yes!
this is why we exist, see, because real (you know, THAT kind of real) people need a multiplicity of viewpoints
It’s Too Late: Ahh, yes.
Mr. H: and when you’re terrified… that probably means it’s time for you to curl up in stories and let another part of Bilbo take over
not because you’re lesser, not because you’re weak
because what we are doing here.. is TEAMWORK
you know, it’s like acting!
It’s Too Late: That makes sense!
Or ensemble cast – most of mine and Bilbo’s favourite books have huge casts in them.
Ensemble fantasy novel casts, I mean.
Mr. H: yes, I get it
It’s Too Late: Thank you so much, Mr H, this is really helpful.
Mr. H: you’re welcome, I’m loving this too!
anything else you’d like to know? I like to talk
It’s Too Late:
I’m actually thinking that I probably need a new name.
I’ve also noticed that I seem to have shrunk, and I’m no longer 7ft tall. This is probably a good thing!
Mr. H: yes
It’s Too Late: I’ve been the “It’s Too Late” monster, and… no.
It isn’t too late, and I’m not a monster.
I also think that I should stop just being blue all the time.
Blue is a nice colour, but so are lots of other colours!
Mr. H: YEAH!
you have literally been blue all the time
and there are lots of other colours
It’s Too Late: Yep.
Now, obviously I need to be careful, because beings that have just been one perfectly nice colour suddenly becoming so-and-so-of-many-colours tends to go badly.
Mr. H: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
aw, man… you made my eyes water with laughter
It’s Too Late: I’m the Storytellers.
Mr. H: plural
Storytellers: Good grief, that was a misprint, but now I come to look – I was right!
I am the Storytellers!
Mr. H: I’m pretty much punching the air over here
Storytellers: I am one being, but I am also several.
*splits into several figures, all of different colours*
*and sometimes reshapes into a single being who’s a rainbow*
Mr. H: that’s one way of solving the Saruman issue!
ALL YOUR POWERS COMBINED!
Storytellers: Ha, yes!
Stories are many, and varied.
Mr. H: you can say that again!
Storytellers: And being stuck into one being made us, frankly, kind of broken and bewildered and, well, stuck.
Bilbo can have a range of storytellers to help with different cases.
But ultimately, we are the reflections (many and one) of their own storytelling power.
Mr. H: yes, yes, yes
Storytellers: Seven (or possibly a million) Rainbow Storytellers for the price of one blue monster.
Oh, I like being this us so much better! relaxes
Mr. H: you guys are so awesome
Bilbo: Mr H, may we collectively give you a hug?
Mr. H: YEAH!!!
Storytellers: Rainbow Storytellers hug-pile!
I would really, really like to talk to Bilbo soon, so if I could have Eve back so maybe she can help me prepare for that?
Mr. H: wahoo! thank YOU, and yes, sure
Storytellers: But thank you so much, Mr H!
Mr. H: thanks guys, never been hugged by someone else’s headpeople before, I’ll never forget this
Mr. H: and you’re very welcome
now here’s Eve….
Storytellers: As are you!
Storytellers: We would really like to talk to Bilbo, and to apologise to them for having scared them and resented them so much.
me: I think that would be wonderful
Storytellers: And we’d also like to give them full permission to be the Head Storyteller of our little group, and promise to let them take the lead.
me: and I think that would be wonderful too
Storytellers: We are, however, quite scared.
me: oh <3 how can I help?
Storytellers: We’re not quite sure.
me: what’s scaring you right now?
Storytellers: That they may hate us.
Storytellers: Also, that we will fail at this, and go back to being the Blue It’s-Too-Late Monster again.
We don’t ever want to be the Blue Monster again!
me: as long as you don’t want to, you won’t
you might have moments when you forget, but you’ll be able to be reminded, or to remind yourself
you can’t un-realise what you’ve realised today
Storytellers: nods That makes sense.
Maybe… maybe Bilbo can help us to stay Rainbow.
me: yes absolutely
Storytellers: But the bluest of us is going to stay slightly taller, and may be our spokesperson, to remind us that we were Blue, and that it’s okay for our pasts to have had grief and failure and regrets in them.
me: that’s perfect, yes
Storytellers: Because pasts are important, including grief and failure and regrets.
me: you’re welcome
Storytellers: Okay! We are ready, if Bilbo is ready too to come out.
let me check with them
Bilbo, are you willing to come out and talk with your Storytellers?
Storytellers: Can you call them? We’re… a bit shy of doing so, given everything.
me: I understand
Bilbo: Absolutely. Actually, I can’t wait.
me: then please come and do so <3
Storytellers, you’re good to talk now <3
I’ve heard everything that’s been going on.
I rather randomly found some daisies at the top of this hill, and I made seven daisy chains. Which can also be a million if you like, because this is (partly) Story-land.
Bilbo: (Okay, I’m going to start using character headings to avoid confusing us. )
Storytellers: Bilbo, we are so, so sorry for impeding you and stopping you from doing things, and for trying to control you and hem you in and make you follow a trope-filled story that wasn’t appropriate.
Bilbo: I know. You were doing it because you love me, and Gods, you helped me so much when I was a child! It’s not your fault that stories can’t cover every eventuality – or that most of the stories in the world are problematic when it comes to things such as age, gender, child abuse and disability and so on!
I’m really proud of you all for talking to Eve and Mr H and sorting yourselves out. And I love you.
*gives Storytellers daisy chains, one each*
me: *crying happily*
Bilbo: Oh, that’s lovely! You know that you were all identical before? You started off as the Blue Monster being bearded and male and thin and sad-looking, and now you’re all shapes and sizes and identities, and fluctuating! I think the daisies brought you to life.
Blue Storyteller: Bilbo, we really do need and want you to grieve properly and fully for everything you’ve lost in your childhood and adolescence and adulthood so far. And to recognise that it’s okay to regret things. That is going to be my role in your head from now on – to remind you that stories with regret in them aren’t unbearably sad. That you don’t need to push that grief aside.
Bilbo: Okay. I’m not going to be able to do that all at once, you know? But bit by bit, I promise… no, Quaker, I affirm that I will do just that. And, thank you.
Green Storyteller: Bilbo, we want you to recognise that you are our Chief, our Chief Storyteller. We will take our lead from you. We will suggest things, and write things down and tell them when you want us to. And we’ll all have different perspectives and ideas. But ultimately this is your story, and you need to write it. We’ve done our best to bring you up to this point, but we’ve been making things so much worse for you over the last few years.
Yellow Storyteller: You’re going to write a whole new story with your life from now on, Bilbo. And we’re going to help you. And we’re really scared by it, and we know that you are too. But we’re going to try to not add to your fear with our own Stuff. If you notice us doing so, please tell us, and tell us that it’s our Stuff, and we’ll try not to bring it to the table so much!
Red Storyteller: Also, you should write your own stories with 30+ female and/or genderqueer heroes, because there need to be more of them!
(enthusiastic agreement from all Storytellers)
Bilbo: I’ll do my best. But I need to start living and writing my own story freely first.
Purple Storyteller: Are you ready to do that now?
Bilbo: As ready as I’ll ever be, and I need to start somewhere. One of the things that I need you guys to recognise is that sometimes the story image isn’t helpful to me at all. Because of all the baggage, and also becomes sometimes all I can deal with is the next five minutes, not the whole of my life! Seeing things in story-shape has contributed to my anxiety. Which isn’t your fault! But you remember how lately I’ve found it helpful when motivating myself for some things to say, “what I have power over, all I have power over, is me, myself, right now”? I want and need to carry on doing things like that.
But that doesn’t mean at all that you lot aren’t going to be wonderfully helpful to me too! There will be times when I’ll need your advice, and times when I’ll need your encouragement, and times when I really need to be in a story now, and times when I’ll need you to tell the story that I’m making – to be the author that the character whispers too! And times, above all, when I’ll need you guys cheering me on, because goodness knows recovery is hard in so many ways.
(the Storytellers coalesce temporarily, into a rainbow hue)
Rainbow Storyteller: That makes perfect sense.
(the Rainbow Storyteller separates into the 7 main colours again, and Bilbo hugs each one in turn. Then each of them lays their hand on Bilbo’s head in turn, and colour suffuses them.)
Bilbo: Thank you. Thank you all.
Okay, is there anything else that any of you would like to say, to me or to Eve?
Storytellers: We’d like to thank Eve, please.
me: oh, I was over here crying with joy and thanking God for letting me be a part of this
Blue Storyteller: Eve, may we have a hug?
me: you SO may
Blue Storyteller: Storyteller hug-pile!
me: *hugs you all*
Blue Storyteller: Eve, it is possible that you now have colours on you yourself.
I have no objection :D
Bilbo: SO MUCH LOVE Storytellers. And well done. I’m so proud of you all. I’d really like to talk to Eve myself now and wind things down, because my head is slightly exploding with being me and the rest of you at the same time! But I LOVE YOOOOU! And we’ll talk soon, yes?
(Storytellers spin and spin and spin together into one Rainbow Storyteller and then spin and spin and spin faster until they are made of light, and then disappear with a slight pop. Though they are probably just in Bilbo’s head now, and have not actually gone anywhere.)
falls over sideways
me: I KNOW RIGHT
that was so wonderful I can’t even
Bilbo: I was getting rather self-conscious during the last bit – talking to myself felt so weird.
me: it was amazing to read
Bilbo: I’m so scared, still. But also positive. And, yeah. I know that they’re there in the back of my mind, and it’s like there’s this part of me that I know is on my side now.
Yeah, getting that feeling of freedom. This could be good.
me: oh, wonderful
Bilbo: THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG I DON’T EVEN!
You were amazing.
You are so damn good at this!