Once upon a time, there was a girl who suddenly found that she couldn’t finish anything. She would write an entire story and stop at the last paragraph, unable to write more than one word at a time. She would do all her errands and return home only to remember the most important errand was left undone; she would do her shopping and realize that she hadn’t bought milk. She would start a thank-you letter and leave it untouched for days. Then one day she realized how much it had been happening, and decided to write a special story to finish off the not-finishing. She sat down to write the story, and
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Happy New Year
I wasn’t sure where you had gotten to. Nice to know you’re still alive.
Re: Happy New Year
Yup. As the post rawther hints, I have had some bloggets in the cauldron for a while, and just haven’t been able to decant them onto the web, somehow. sigh I’m going to try to be more amusing, though :p
I have always wondered...
Why is zero plural?
Re: I have always wondered...
I don’t know for sure, but I rather fancy that it is collective, because, after all, it’s infinitely divisible.
It happens
I think finishing comes in waves. Without unfinnished periods how could one ever have the rush of getting everything finished at once?