Each time I participate in another Twitter fest, or enter another contest, I hope this will be the time. So far nothing has come to fruition. I threaten to eat worms. Of course, that couldn’t be real sliming worms. I can’t even bait my own fishing hook.
So instead, when nothing happens or nothing is said, I whine a little and look for the next opportunity to dream on for what ever length of time I’m given to fulfill the requirements.
The most current, which I told you about last week, is a story about a two inch sprite. yatmal is caught up in the pollution of her planet. Near death from drowning in a starship’s waste refuse dumped near her sanctuary, she brings friends and colleagues together to expose the planetary leadership responsible.
I’m still working this out in my mind, and I’ll keep you posted.
Respectfully submitted, keep the coffee flowing.
Sincerely,
Jodi