It’s NaNoWriMo Time

Anyone who says that time is irrelevant obviously never considered how clocks might feel about the subject. In fact, unless it was broken, a clock would most likely tell you that time is the only thing that matters. On the other hand, if it were timeless, it might say that time waits for no man… or clock. This is of course, patently false. 

The thing is; while no living thing likes being out of time, time dislikes being left out even more… and on this particular day, and in this particular place, time had no meaning. There was no good time or bad time… it was in fact, time out, and it was about time too. 

If you take time out, time has nowhere to go. Until a time out is over, it can’t go backward, and it can’t go forward; it just stops. When time starts again, it often does so with a bit of a lurch and stutter. If you doubt the veracity of the writer, please consider… 

Anyone who has ever gone to a pub can vouch for this. There is something about the spots on which pubs are built (What… you thought they’d just sprung up randomly on the landscape?) that allows those who go there to take a time out. It isn’t until the innkeeper says "Time, Ladies and Gentlemen" that it is allowed to move ahead. As the pubs patrons suddenly begin to move towards the door, time starts… with a small jerk, which causes the exiting patrons to sway, stumble or stagger in an exaggerated manner. 

Although one might think it was because the patrons were simply too drunk to walk straight, the fact is that time does behave erratically around those who have had too much to drink. It does so because of the quantum of the imbibed alcohol. Just pour a few pints into a river of time, and you’ll see what I mean. 

The problem is that when too much of time does stop, it backs up like a dammed river. Something, or someone had caused a massive "time out." Time just sat there, backing up and getting more and more mixed up about what went when and where in time. 

Because of this, time was angry. Truth be told, time was furious beyond word. If it could have spit, it would have raised an ocean. If it could have sung, it would have broken every pane of glass in existence… so it was just as well that it couldn’t. If time were flowing, it could have stopped itself, and might just have done it out of spite, but it couldn’t. 

…And to be honest, the clocks weren’t too happy either.

Good Luck to all the NaNoWriMo participants:


About Gwendolyn McIntyre

Author, editor, businesswoman, musician, lover of jazz and horses. Chief investigator of all things that go BUMP in the night.
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2 Responses to It’s NaNoWriMo Time

  1. Anonymous says:

    Gwen – I like the way your mind works – but it seems to me that you’re in greater need of the tin-foil hat than me : )
    PS how come you have two blogs and why the down on Anonymous?

    • Re: time
      Well, another country heard from.
      As to the Blog on multiple forums… It started out as an experiment to evaluate feature and functionality across the different platforms. I may eventually pull back to a primary site and an backup.
      As to anonymous? Not intentional… it must have been a default setting. I’ll have a look at that.

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