Nothing
September 23rd, 2007
I wonder how young the youngest author of a full fledged book was?
I wonder how old?
I wonder who published the most books in there life time?
I wonder how many?
I wonder how many stories a writer works on on average (in their heads)?
It seems like my head is always filled with questions. Some are good questions and some are just silly but each and every one of them matter to me for one reason or another.
This post isn’t really about anything important. I suppose I’m just bored but lacking creativity at the moment. I’m stuck at work till Hunny gets finished. That’s really the only bad thing about working at the same place, two different shifts. He has to come to work hours early just to drop me off while I have to wait several hours later just to go home, but it’s all good sometimes it’s nice to do nothing. Just sit and practice the art of forced meditation.
In fact in a moment I will have absolutely nothing to do as the battery on my beloved laptop in near death. Alas- if I die of boredom I bid you all farewell. *waves dramatically*
