Hi all,
Just a quickie to finish off Day One of 2012: A Fictional Diary.
At the moment, I've written off 189 A4 pages now. So it's good so far. Hopefully soon, I can translate my scribble to a netbook and printer and get some of my trusted group to read what I've written.
Anyway, here is:
TWENTY TWELVE: A FICTIONAL DIARY
CHAPTER ONE
DAY ONE
PART TWO
I'm worth at the moment 644 worths.
Worths are the beall and endall in this place. I'm for the moment worth something. But once I put things together, I will know my real worth.
I live alone, I have no friends, just enemies. I keep myself to myself. I have no contact, well, not electronically or mechanically. It's a reason why Rev. Timothy and the congregation at church, they're all cool. I have acquaintences anyhow, not forgetting CFBS, she's cool too. But I have more enemies than acquaintences.
I sleep for most of the rest of the day. The only disturbances being my neighbours goading me for not seeing in the New Year and the fireworks live. It's not my problem. Beings should allowed to be themselves. First day gone.
Why I do get the feeling that is going to happen which will change everything. But I don't do future, just the here and now.
MORE NEXT TIME.
See you then.
Chris
