The old man sat at his computer and wondered how much twaddle he could produce in one day.
For reasons beyond him, his writing generated an audience.
Most of his life had been nonsense; so writing about what he knew came easy.
He enjoyed throwing random words together; there was something cathartic in the process.
He put down ‘once upon a time’ and let his muse take over.
Written for: https://patriciasplace.me/2018/06/13/in-other-words-twadd
still looking for my muse
He’ll turn up when you least expect
This old woman can relate to your story! Thank you for sharing your lines.
My pleasure.