The eagle sits atop the tree, surveys the world for all he sees.
Watching a land spin out of control, a tear he weeps for the lost souls.
The people they look but do not see, the eagle that sits atop the tree.
Lost in their world of apathy.
This was Orcut, originally put out there by Google after Friendster wouldn’t sell to them, (probably should have — oh well, hindsight and all). It emerged about a year before Facebook. Looks kinda similar, doesn’t it? It had an interesting run and actually took off and had 1.5 million communities within a year.
But… I just want to write.
One of the most difficult things about being an an indie author is the marketing. We must spend time to get the word out about these magnificent works of ours, and to do so takes time. But who has time for that when our characters are in peril, and fans await the next book?
hough she really wanted to sleep in, trying to remain in a foul mood just seemed pointless after the wonderful evening they’d had the night before. She stood filling the coffee maker, not really paying attention to it, going through the motions like she did every other morning; mindlessly doing this morning task. Her thoughts were elsewhere, and she hadn’t even bothered to check the TV.