O my Darlings, the World does not Work as you Think it does. You go about your Lives: you Work and you Sleep and you spend Time with your Beloved and you Clean your squalid Homes and you eat your Delicious Snacks. You believe the world is a Sane and Orderly place.
But O my Duckling, my sweet Lamb Chop, it is not. I am very very Sorry.
Unbeknownst to you and all the other Innocents, dark Forces lurk beneath the Surface of your precious World. Hideous Creatures walk amongst us on Pale and Spindly legs, leaving a Trail of Chaos and Destruction in their wake. They slip their slimy Tentacles into your Dreams, feed on your Suffering, grow Strong on your Pain — and once they have grown Fat, they march through your Cities, devouring your Young, leaving nothing but Wreckage and Tears in their wake.
No, you cry, No, it is not like that, I would Know!
Perhaps you would; perhaps not. But were it not for the Valiant Efforts of the Fiction-Writing Directorate, this would be the Face of the World. It is only through the efforts of our Brave and Tireless agents that this Dreadful Fate is averted.
For these Foul Creatures? They grow from Words Unwritten. Yes, my Dumpling, it’s true: every time a Writer does not Write, her Words fester and grow Foul and gain a Hideous Life of their Own.
It is the Mission of the Fiction-Writing Directorate to ensure that Words Get Written. Our methods are Harsh, but they must be: the consequences of Failure are vastly harsher.
Write, my Apple Blossom, Write.
