by Chris McGinty
There was once a writer who decided to write a short work of fiction every day. Without fail for the entire month of January, he painstakingly wrote a short work of fiction. It was painstaking, because some of it was really bad, and was painful to read.
Then on the last day of the month he decided, “I’m going to stop writing these stories and just go back to my normal method of writing.”
The world ended in a fiery demise two days later. It was all his fault for not writing a short story on the first day of February.
I see what you did there…