Cha Cha Cha

An unfinished short story project of mine reads:

I sit to my usual desk, mouse in hand and a monitor emitting harmful radiation in front of me. I start the ritual with an invocation to all the juices of creativity possibly existing within my frame: “ Oh holy imagination ooze! Come to your suppliant and answer her demand, once more!”

I wait for a minute or two, anticipating a future rush of adrenaline and proposals; I slide to the edge of my yellow chair as a result of this state of acceleration. Nothing happens. “That’s odd”, I think to myself, and I wait some more.

This is the 100th Tololy’s Box entry. I am glad that the Box is growing, and helping me grow with it. This may stun you as a surprise but I am thankful for the presence of my readership, without whom I could’ve lost interest and ceased to “blog”, what ever that means. Cut the tech talk, I can’t do math.