The Choice

I had written something for this blog but when I read it, it didn't appeal to me. And if it wasn't of interest to me, I doubted it would be to you.

I sat back and tried to think of something else and was rewarded with - zip. Great, third posting in and I'm already empty. So I sat some more. (Writers do a lot of sitting and a flattened, square ass is a result of such inaction; so much so that it has become a physical requirement of the trade. Just a warning to you newbies.)

A question started to buzz my mind. Say you lived in a world where you had the opportunity to change your life. It was the luck of the draw whether you would get a better or worse existence than you had now. Your present identity would be voided and your sex might even change. You might become rich or famous or end up in the darkest slum. The odds were always 50-50 and you only would get one try. No going back. No do overs. Who would take that chance? Would you? Hmm, I sense a story emerging. I'll "talk" to you later. ~ Donna