This is The End
My only friend, the end?
Yes, Boomer, Jim did say it.
And yes, this is a cheap chuckle on the back of a random photo, but like so much of my writing, it’s only by odd happenstance that two ideas or circumstances find themselves juxtaposed and possibly, therefore, also find themselves, at that moment, to be amusing.
My five-day cruise is coming to an end today, with about a dozen or more stories.
The obviously pathetic state of my writing creativity leaves me with neither foolish plastic souvenirs nor golden top-writer awards to bring home for my efforts.
I have only a highly exercised and strengthened impostor syndrome as a result of the trip. My I.S. can beat your I.S.!
My poor performance combined with my concentration on contributing to an unknown publication left me with the exact opposite of the result that I had originally proposed.
There is, however, an unintentional lesson reinforced here.
Of over two thousand “followers,” less than a hand full were advised about my stories, which, of course, does make me feel better than thinking less than a hand full cared. So if you enjoy and want to follow a writer’s works, you had better sign up for the home delivery option with the little envelope icon.
I did mention that I may be playing to an empty theatre, and that was foreshadowing for the actual plot of this story. Thanks for reading!
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