Golden Bells and Platinum Whistles

I’m just a regular guy. I haven’t seen much, or done much. What am I supposed to write about, anyways? Couldn’t Prose add a wormhole that would transport me magically into a module bound for mars, or to a nuclear submarine under the ice caps? Wouldn’t I have a better story to tell, then?

I wish a button on Prose could show me into the down-trodden soul of a high school dropout, or allow me to feel the angst of a middle aged housewife who is fed up with looking after two kids and a husband, and is wondering where her life choices went wrong. So where is that button?

And wouldn’t it be helpful to my writing if I could feel what others feel, see what others see, and even do what others dream? Wouldn’t it, though? What we need is a place to find those types of things, so that we might find our own inspiration.

What if I could be shocked awake by a gun blast out from the dark of night, or slip a razor-sharp blade between some villain’s ribs until the heartbeats can be felt on my fingertips? What would that do for my writing? Or if I could stir around the stars and drop them closer to home, maybe in some black, backwater pond, so that we could sit alone together in wonder as they swirl through the night like some heavenly snow globe... wouldn’t she notice me then, my love? Wouldn’t she have to, then?

And what if, even if only for a short while, you could make me drunk with lust, or crazier than I already am, or strong enough to always win in the end? Wouldn’t I show up then to your site, if you had a wormhole like that?

That is is what I am looking for. If you could add a feature like that it would never fail to bring me back, time and again. Everything else is just bells and whistles after all, and did you ever notice how whistles and bells always ring hollow?

Wait... what’s that? You say you already have a wormhole that can do those things?

Well then! Eureka, Prose!

Sign ’ol Huck up for gold!