Change Stalled
After I got back from that mystical place–the place I was last time I checked in with y’all–the wind died down. I looked at my alarm clock sitting across the desk, and notice I had three hours before I had to be at work.
This is the segment in the story an author usually skims over. Days passing days. Nights mix together in wonderful harmonies of time passing, then you get to the next part of the story. It’s been days since I found the next chapter in my personal Taftkan adventure.
Maybe I should try calling out to Change. He’s really attractive; I might get lucky. Then again, Change can be a bitch. If anyone was bi-polar in the world, then it would be Change.
Tags: Pure Imagination, Taftka, Writing
Joeysan's Head, The Taftkan Dailies | Joey | 
6 October 2009 4:31 PM
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