lull

Once upon a time, Frank thought he could write a story a day. He figured every day he had an internet connection he could spend a few minutes and write down a couple of scenes from the jillion stories he has in his head. Quite obviously he was naive.

After three days of cheating on his stories (ignoring narratives, making things up in 15 minutes, stupid piggies) he realized he was no good. But still he wanted to keep going.

Unfortunately things got busy and he didn't have time after work to spend a few minutes cheating on his next story. And so he missed thursday and friday last week. On the weekend he was off the internet.

Yesterday, the sixth day, he was busy pretending to be busy. It's difficult looking like you're doing something important when you're out of tasks to do, which is necessary when everyone else around you seems to be in a hurry doing some important things. And so Frank missed his sixth day. Bummer.

Today Frank will leave for the beach, for some four day seminar on company direction or something. It will be unlikely that Frank will be able to post anything in those days, but he will try to write, something long hopefully, to fill in the blanks.

For now, Frank is waiting for people to load the bus, because he has gotten tired of writing about himself in the third person.