some novelty can be expected;
some expectations, novel
I wrote a story about an amnesiac, but forget where I put it. It’s a short story: Come Home. Says it all, although I’m still working on the title.
It’s a sequel I wrote on recycled paper. First one was: Recursive Function. It went on and on. I wrote it in long-hand. Well, at first left-hand, but that didn’t seem right.
It’s on lined paper. For a new angle, I gave it a turn. Now all the letters line up, like they’re in jail. There’s an edition with a semicolon in the tech section.
Both are biographies for the anonymous reader. I left the dedication page blank. It’s lined, so fill in your own spaces. Much like life.
My next story is Anything’s Possible, a love story about global warming. The uncommonly hot as a cure for the common cold; or why it’s better to pick battles while they’re still smaller than you are.
