The Still Can’t Rewrite Chronicles: Cavemen Are to Blame

Perhaps frustration is starting to set in. Okay. There are these things called letters. There is this stuff called paper. Somewhere back in time somebody decided to put these two things together. Well, maybe scratches and stone came first and...we generally know how that turned out. Anyway. Here we are, beyond burnt sticks and cave …

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Three strikes you’re out, but third time’s a charm.

Three is a magic number. All good things come in threes--and bad things too. There are three wise men in the bible and three witches in Macbeth. Genie's give us three wishes and the Christianity gives us unity in three. There is birth, living, and death. Heaven, earth, and hell. Youth, adulthood, and old age. …

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Too many ideas and desires for stories, and time simply isn't there. I can stay up later and later and still not find those extra hours. No matter what happens my hope refuses to stop believing in time--as in lost time, making up time, and the witching hour. Somewhere these magic minutes are hiding, and …

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