One story house

 

I dug the four trenches to support the four walls, I connected them with four sharp corners and felt contented. As I look at it now, sipping a well earned cup of comfort I suddenly see; I have created an island.  By scraping away the top soil and digging foundation ditches I have separated a piece of land from the surrounding land. That's what a story does too, on a good day. A tale is an island in the world around it. While the world around it meanders on and on, the story remains an island and on it anything goes.

 

Like my one story house island has its own set of rules and is build to suit the character living in it, so does a story have its own set of rules and is designed around the needs of a character or two.

 

My thought was no bigger than this. Besides, with my cup of comfort empty, I get the uncomfortable feeling I need to get back to a little more digging