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WRITING LIFE
This Is Not a Story About Writing
But it could be
I was talking a walk the other day, trying to get somewhere.
But then I stopped. I froze in my tracks. Couldn’t move. My little feet were nailed to the ground. I looked up. There he was.
It was time to consult the Oracle. The little gnome in the sky who had all the answers.
An oracle is a person or thing considered to provide insight, wise counsel or prophetic predictions, most notably including precognition of the future, inspired by deities. If done through occultic means, it is a form of divination.
“Mr. Gnome?”
“It’s Mrs. Gnome, don’t let the beard fool you?”
“How did this happen? You know…life?”
“Well as soon as they cut the embilical cord, you are no longer in that cozy little womb. You are all on your own. You’re in the big league.”
“And?”
“Well you have choices. You can either keep scratching that wound, feel sorry for yourself that you forget to brush your teeth everyday, or you can learn how to fly. It’s your choice, if you know what I’m saying”
“Fly?”