Day Two: Word Weaver

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I grabbed the tea kettle from its spot on the stove and walked to the sink to fill it with water. I stood for a moment, waiting for the kettle to be amply filled for my purposes. I set it on the front burner on the stove and reached down to turn the knob to make the flames spring to life. I listened to the rapid clicking for a moment before the blue fire came to life, then turned the knob once more to bring the heat down to a low level. 

I then turned to open the five tea bags on the table behind me and place them on top of the paper in the cookie sheet. One for each corner, and one in the middle. With nothing else to do, besides practice my speech, I turned back to the stove top and squatted down like a frog. I whispered to the kettle, "Boil! Boil! Boil, I have home work to do! Boil! I must tea this paper! Boil!" 

As I continued this, I started to think: "Aspen, what on Earth are you doing?" 

I then responded to myself, "Are you seriously talking to yourself?"

The first voice that spoke replied, "It's okay, you are an author, and you are insane." 

This sent me down an entirely different path: "What is an author?" the thought swirled around my brain, and by this time, I was so engrossed in my own world, I had stopped whispering to the pot of now boiling water. Instead, I was squatted before the stove, taring into the blue flames beneath my kettle. Then, it came to me, "Authors have an infinite amount of choices, and how we use these choices is what we create. It's like a big tapestry, for a story really is just a small picture of the world that the one author wove. Only, instead of thread to create the foundations of the picture, we use words. Therefore, we are word weavers. I will never be known as an author, but a word weaver!" 

AN- Don't really have much to say, I'll probably think of something after I write this. I was right, I did: It's a bit smaller, but I think it works. Some of my entries will be miles long, and some will be a quick couple of short, sweet paragraphs. Now that I think about it, I may even put two scenes in one chapter. 




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