see, what happened was...

yeah, see, what happened was... ah yes, the famous first words leading to famous last words used many times by many irreverent (and serious) authors over the years and who am i not to copy the cats who made it big every now and then even if i could not name one (Douglas Adams, perhaps?) who used the phrase and literary technique and whatever else bartlett or whomever might call it (hey, i ain't never claimed to be no Shakespeare or Ropespeire with rapier with or any such reference, ya know?)... yeah, you can quote me... but only if you are laughing and know why...

and deeper into the mysty, the title tales never told just might be the most appropriate autobiography for the writer in me (shhh, don't tell anybody cuz they'll steal the title like they stole so many of ideas already from the babblings i toss out so nonchalantly into the ether of creative flow)...

i am in oklahoma and it is raining...

or, for a more interesting first line of the novel yet to be written:

it was somewhere between lathering my upper body and lathering my lower body with bar soap, as I caught the bar slipping out of my hand for the third or fourth time, that i realized how long it had been since i used bar soap and though amused at the reflection, it was at that moment, as i increased the energy flowing to my hands in order to maintain the grasp on the bar of soap, that i noticed for the first time that i still had the rubber gloves on...

so anyway, the story continued even when I wasn't writing it (and shall still further if I am still alive tomorrow... dontcha just love the snippets of tales never told?)...

tbc...

(even if nobody ever notices)