So, I’m knee-deep in NaNoWriMo at the moment, but I wanted to drop in and say, “Hello, I’m not dead, and the things I was working on like STILL and scripty sorts of things are not dead either and are simply waiting for me in the bit of future called December.”
— Oaths they swore on the sacred texts of storybooks and fairytales.
She believed. She hoped. She stubbornly persisted —
— Through countless kisses bestowed in her quest to find the missing.
Finally she found her prince transformed —
— Only to discover she preferred the company of frogs.
© 2011 Elizabeth Ditty