Morning

It was a time of day when not even the gods were awake.

Those that partied long into the night, like Dionysus the Changeling with his fierce drinking, or Ishtar, Mistress of Passions, had long since retired. Those that would rise early for their work, Serisius of Civilization, or Zeanil, great Mother Earth, had not yet emerged.

The world was quiet. It was, as they called it, an ungodly hour to be awake.

Today, I start an internship as a production assistant on a TV show. It will last a month, during which I am working 10-hour days 5 days a week. My alarm was set for 5am this morning. Thus, the above piece of spontaneous writing.

Now, I must get coffee. Wish me luck.

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2 comments


  1. Crystal

    Good luck! And I love that piece of writing. I honestly thought you were going to quote someone at the end. You never cease to amaze me. 😀

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