Time Loop

I turned on a random episode of the Office for background noise, lounged on the couch, and when the show was over, I then had an epiphany. That bright bulb flashed on, and with eyes frozen wide open, I instinctively reacted.

I shot up, bolted down the stairs to the lair, fell into the office chair, whipped open the laptop, and started compiling my notes.

It made so much sense after I mulled it all over. All the pieces fell into place. It was so obvious to me. I’ve encountered the other possibilities the internet has provided. I’ve read the Reddit theories and watched the videos. But… this one appeared original. I couldn’t find indicators it existed.

Something I’d been tinkering with in the back of my mind for the longest time, but, never fully committed to the idea.

I was compiling a list of reasons (from beginning to end) as to why I believe Michael Gary Scott, the regional manager of the Dunder Mifflin, Scranton branch paper company, was not a crazy, neurotic, attention seeking lunatic who should have been fired years ago, whom we’ve come to know quite well… and ultimately fell in love with.

But, he’s in fact, the greatest criminal mastermind in TV history (with the exception of possibly Walter White, of Breaking Bad).

I suppose that’s what happens when you watch one show, from beginning to end, all nine seasons, seven freaking times.

(sigh) That silly, hyperactive imagination running amok again.

Needless to say, I stopped making the list, and retreated back into my science fiction place.

I’ve slipped into a funky time loop over the last couple of weeks. The day restarts every morning, and I mosey forth through my routine, just like the day before, and the day before that, and will probably be the same, tomorrow, with minor variables tossed in just to keep it interesting.

No complaints.

I have nothing to complain about. Life is great. Though repetitive, all is well is my realm. However…

I’m siting on the edge of my seat, all the time. All my fingernails have been chewed down to the nubs. There’s a giddy, fluttering, electricity coursing all through me. Time…. has…… seemingly………… slowed…………………. down.

I have to be patient. I have to contain my bubbling excitement and force myself not to race to the top of a mountain and share my elation with the world.

That has been the hardest part during this entire process.


And not talking about it.

Don’t get me wrong. I want nothing rushed. I prefer waiting if it’s demanded. And, I’m not adept with marketing, promoting, and talking about myself openly, anyway.

In this case, waiting is necessary. Talking about it, is slowly becoming easier, as the days move forward.

Having been invested in one novel’s creation for so long, it’s all I’m accustomed to. Sure, I have other projects to work with. There’s no shortage of stories to be told. But, the focus is always elsewhere. I start a chapter, or read some lines, and my attention is then drawn away from the task at hand.

I can’t shut my mind off to it all.

I can’t seem to find an outlet, for my outlet.

I know I don’t have to wait too much longer. 2020 “is” the year. That much is a certainty at this point. No turning back.

Quick shout out and a HUGE thanks to the new subscribers! I love all Ya’ll. This site is kind of all over the road, and if you’re into that sort of content…

Quick update: I did have a phone conversation with my beta reader this afternoon. She finished the Surrender Game. It was an awesome chat.

Minor back and forth about some story details, character subtleties, and catching up with each other’s lives. If I interpreted our conversation accurately, the book was fun, and quite an enjoyable read. Engaging. “I loved it.”

That was all I needed.

The giddy, fluttering, electricity kicked on and I felt the need to sit down.

If something from “my” imagination, was truly engaging and enjoyable, for just one person…??

As far as I’m concerned, mission accomplished.

Anything after that is just the icing, cherries, whipped cream, hot fudge, caramel drizzle, crushed Oreos, Kit-Kat, M & M’s, gummy bears, and sprinkles, on top of a fifty layer, triple chocolate cake.

That’s all in the tank for tonight. Be well, thanks for reading along, and chat soon.


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