Here's the scoop. I started writing a story and it was my pride and joy. I had faith that it would be my ticket into becoming an author. It would be the magical story to take me to a publisher and a contract deal. Now I have writers block. Any suggestions?.....
I was sitting in the old rusty pick-up patiently waiting. Well, about as patiently as humanly possible given the elements. With every breath I took, not only did I see the warm air turn to frost, but I could feel the warmth on my lips...
. How will I know when they are coming? How will I hear them? What if I fall asleep and miss them? What if I am not awake to turn the headlights on and they miss me? What if the headlights are buried by then? What if the lights are buried with snow now? Will they know to stop and check? Can the pick-up even be seen from the road? ...
There it was. This was definitely a vehicle. Thank God I stayed awake. Thank God I saved the battery. All I had to do was wait just a little longer. Someone would come soon. Someone knew I was here.
2007-02-23
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