The minute hand of the clock showed 9, the second hand ticking back and forth between :00 and :01 on a dreary, ordinary Wednesday morning.
Lieutenant Hawkeye opened the outer office door and crossed the room.
Breda stared lifelessly across his desk into the wall, where perhaps if one looked hard enough they could see the slightest suggestion of a shadow.
"Why aren't we doing anything?" Falman asked. But, since less than a second of real time elapsed, his words emerged on top of each other, more like:
"Why
aren't
we
doi
ng any
thing?"
Fury shrugged.
"I like
the
bre
ak thou
gh.
One hal
f-second
where
w
e
aren't
getting
i
nto troub
le
is bliss
to
me."
Lieutenant Hawkeye opened the outer office door and crossed the room.
"I have
the
feeli
ng some
thing's
n
ot right
here." Falman said.
"Like w
hy while
our
phras
es are co
ming out
all
at once
we
still
have
se
parate
lines?" Fury replied.
If one were listening hard enough, they might have heard a voice answer: "Because I don't have time to fill in all the damn plot holes right now. In fact, I don't have time to write a complete chapter. Not that I scrapped the one in progress or anything…it's just been delayed. Thank you for not complaining when I have the College Curriculum From Hell, half a dozen projects, an application to my major, job applications, art/comic projects and an actual social life. I mean do you have ANY idea how much sleep I've lost this last quarter? DO YOU?"
Breda nodded, staring at the corner where the author's muse sat sadly scribbling on paper scraps, weeping like a kindergartener wrongly condemned to an eternal time-out.
"Oh."
"Oh."
Lieutenant Hawkeye opened the outer office door and crossed the room.
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Honest to whatever Holy Person you subscribe to, I have NOT forgotten about my tremendously funny fanfic. I've got about half of the next real chapter written. Please give me until the end of finals, then I SWEAR I'll work on it some more.
XOXOX Itsumo-chan