Thursday, April 8, 2021

Blank Pages






Ezekiel, do you know in a story, when the character is dying and heading for the bright light, do you know what that light is? 
No, Author, I don't. Please let me finish my work? You created me for good reason.

That light is merely blank pages, waiting to be filled. 

Goodbye, Ezekiel.  
(excerpt from Author and the Untimelys, Mark Burkenbine)

















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