He threw down his pen, disgusted with himself. Everything he wrote today felt so bleak. Where were the goblins, the dragons, the boggarts, and the banshees? Hiding in the folds of tomorrow, he bet.
He had an idea.
Running to the kitchen, he grabbed a moon shell and filled it with water. If he held it just so in the light of the moon, sometimes he could scry the future. Why wait ’til tomorrow when he could get a head start on its writing today?
Jennifer Shelby 
Nice! Maybe I need to try this next time I get writer’s block. 🙂
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writing about it works too! 😉
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I never thought of this. Now if I can just get my main character to lend me her time machine….
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I wonder how many times you pull that off before creating your own paradox?
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