1. 19:43 20th Feb 2012

    Notes: 11

         He’s always sitting at his antique writers desk, an indulged purchase after the success of his first novel.  Norvell Ring was not a writer, at least not in his mind.  Which was why his success caught him off guard…to say the least.  He always thought himself a hack as he’d never put forth any effort in his writing.  Norvell would just sit down and words flooded his mind, without thought or plans or any sort of labor involved.  Some people just had a knack he assumed later.  His novel, his first novel mind you, was a NY Times best seller.  Norvell didn’t even remember what the story was about.  Anyway, one day he was at an auction and saw the desk.  It was so ornate and the price was too much really, more than Norvell would normally spend.  But…there was something about that desk that called to Norvell.  He knew it could not be for real, but he swore the desk actually whispered to him.  This is where the story turns.  This, is where the story gets weird.

         …to be continued.

     
    1. different-identities said: I love it already.
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