Some time ago, I decided to make my artwicutweets (artwiculate tweets) more interesting (at least for me) by telling a story, one tweet per day. My first tweet of the story was on Saturday, 2010 March 13.
I know where the story is heading, but on any given day, the WOTD (word of the day) can take it in an unanticipated direction.
I was originally going to tweet the story every day, come hell or high water, but some days I'm either not in the right frame of mind, or I don't want to fit a square peg (the WOTD) into a round hole (the story), or I just can't make the time. On the other hand, I'll occasionally make more than one story tweet for the same WOTD, if it helps the story along.
Here's the beginning of the story:
Zak awoke. A new day, a new job, a new town, a new life. A satisfying pandiculation seemed like a good way to start!
Zak reflected on his past - all his yesterdays at that onerous job - all his yesternight-s with that odious woman. He shuddered.
As Zak thought about about how parsimonious his former boss was, he realized that his ex was stingy too, in more ways than one.
Thinking of his new life ahead dispelled the languor of years of delusion. Zak headed out, upbeat for the first time in years.
Is desire fungible? Zak had been treated as a cog in a machine. He looked forward to being someone's irreplaceable inspiration.
New job. First staff meeting. Zak listened intently. "Nice tae meit ye! Whaur ar ye frae?" Oh no, an impenetrable brogue!
On Zak's office tour... "And if you need a break, she'll talk your ear off about absolutely nothing." "Flibbertigibbet, check."
And Zak, in case you have a penchant for social media, you should know that the company blocks access to Twitter. "Nooooooooooo!"
Zak's first day done, he knew he had an oneiric job (even sans Twitter). With any luck, he'd meet his dream girl soon, too.
"Falling in love is a misnomer," thought Zak. "It's more like being hit by a freight train. Why is my train so late?"
"All I want is someone to share a lifetime of playful persiflage and amorous adventures," thought Zak as he left the bookstore.
As she entered the bookstore, Ann thought, "All I want is someone to share a lifetime of playful persiflage and amorous adventures."