I thought, and I pondered, and I surmised, and I guessed, and finally, I conceded, and I agreed and I relented, and I approved. It was meant to be, some will say… It was destiny. Very fitting and natural, and a good idea. But is it, really? Nothing in this is destiny, because nothing in this is a sure thing. I can create… and I can hope.
The effort was minimal to be honest. One I started, I just kept going until I was done. My only stops were to familiarize myself to the nomenclature. Yes, I know that’s from Weird Al’s “Word Crimes”, and it belongs. I put it all in there. Mystery, comedy, drama…. Even a bit of action. You try riding a panther and tell me it’s not dangerous.
Return back to Month One here.