Saturday, January 05, 2008


Once upon a time, while listening to Jimi Hendrix' rendition of All Along The Watchtower, an erstwhile writer/balladeer/ Ď‹bersensationalist started a story with Once upon a time because he’d heard others utter it ad infinitum but never actually seen it in text. So, being the sort of devil-may-care, I'll-try-anything-once chap predisposed to just that sort of tomfoolery, he decided that just this once he might take on the role of devil’s advocate and give it a go. Throwing caution to the wind, he gritted his teeth and typed the words. Then, after seeing it, reasoned that while it lent a modicum of ex post facto perspective, it lacked the sort of verve he required his leading sentences to contain, so he apologized profusely to his readers and vowed never to do it again.

There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke.

The End

2 comments:

Karen said...

At least said writer wrote something, which is better than nothing, which is what this writer is capable of....

Or something like that.

Bubba said...

Hi, Karen... I doubt it has very much to do with capability, I just think sometimes we tend to allow our state of mind to dilute our creative juices. Relax and try a free-write... it always works for me. The freedom of writing down absolutely anything you please can be intoxicating... and it could be the key that unlocks the door. Good luck!