1 |
A Long, Unexpected Drabble "Self-indulgent twaddle," mutters the struggling scribbler to herself, though she only uses words like "twaddle" when earnestly endeavoring to write top-notch Tolkien fan fiction. "I love birthday cake!" she muses, "Wonder if chocolate cake with rum buttercream frosting is mentioned in canon?" She shakes her head. "But I never developed a taste for wine. And pipe-weed? Ugh!" "Concentrate!" she admonishes herself. "Make it Tolkienesque! And canonical!" Adding up word counts nervously -- must have exactly 111! Cut ten here, two there. Counting and re-counting, getting different totals each time... What an impractical obsession! "Fireworks! I forgot fireworks! How odd... I've always loved Gandalf's fireworks..." "There!" she yells triumphantly. "Finished! One hundred and" |