The Zero Hour

From his vantage point in the water as he let his gaze slide over the shore line, he could see to the left, the grand hotels sweeping around the curve of the land, then parkland and finally, at the other end, the ancient remains of the dead volcano, Diamond Head. It had been the perfect 2 weeks he thought and smiled to himself…

This isn’t working for me - at least, not at the moment. I’m far too distracted and not at all into this story, truth be told. I’m trying to get something down before I have to run off but the clock has been accelerating ever since I sat down here and it’s just not going to be enough time to ‘finish what I started’.

I was searching for something to write about and just when I hit upon it and put down the first thought, it spooled itself out before me and I could tell it was going to take longer than the allotted hour - and I don’t want to continue it over 2 days. I think I’m going to have to begin it another time - just not today.

It always comes back to the hours in the day and how there truly aren’t enough of them. This is why it’s better to be ready with an idea when I sit down here - I spend too much of the first part of my hour trying to figure out what I’m doing - and then when I hit on it, it’s almost time to wrap it up. I know, I’ve set an arbitrary time limit but at the moment it’s necessary - at least until I feel more comfortable here.

At any rate, this bit of absolutely nothing is all I have on offer today - pity, really - but there you are. There’s always tomorrow - and tomorrow will be better…