Book was tired of waiting for its story. Book knew that a mythical creature called an author was trying very hard to create the perfect story, a new and unique story that had never been told before. But stories could be illusive, preferring to run free, wary of being caught and trapped in a book.

If only they could be reassured that they wouldn’t be trapped forever, just as long as it took to fill a book, edit it, rewrite it, format it, print it, publish it, get it in front of readers… ok so maybe I can see their point.