Unexpected Length... and Sentient Characters

I don’t really feel like writing today, but I’m committed! I want to write for at least 15 minutes straight a day, and this blog will fulfill my quota. So you see, it’s all about me and my blog, and my desire to fulfill a quota! =)
But what do I talk about for the rest of these 14 minutes and 17 seconds? I don’t know but I’ll just keep writing. (and by the way I count, editing as part of my free flow writing. Maybe that is something you would wanna know, I dunno?)
Lets begin with a story… Lets see… Three words: cow, mirror, juggler.
Once upon a time there lived a juggler. He was very good at what he did. But he has no audience, because he lived in a farm, faraway from civilization. He kind of liked it that way. People always want something, and they are not easily pleased even when you give it them. So he preferred to hang around his farm animals.
“Hell, the farm animals are my audience, they watch me juggle all the time.”
(Narrator: Yeah I know, but I’m the writing the story here, so... shhh…)
*The juggler shrugs*
Anyhow, as I was saying before I was interrupted by our… protagonist, the juggler loved the company of animals. He swore that his animals were entertained by his performance, especially one cow who would come up close to him every time he juggled. It was the cow with the black spot that seemed to form a heart.
“Well almost like a heart, but that’s debatable... Its kind of like one of those ink blots psychologists use to read peoples minds. I can't believe people went for that!”
(Will you be quiet… please! Just remember, I made you up, I can just as well make you, you know… disappear.)
“Okay, okay… gosh, no need to get violent about it!”
So where was I... oh yeah, The cow with the..
“But hmm, excuse me…”
(Yes!?)
“Can I just say one last thing?”
*the narrator sighs*
(Fine, what is it?)
“Can you put a woman in the story? You’ve only been writing about me for a few minutes and I am already feeling really lonely”
(I see… I understand. You and me are sort of alike, you know? Well listen, I will do my best to think of a way to create a partner for you. Some kind of soulmate, right? How does that sound?!)
“Great, thank you! Make sure she is beautiful, intelligent, creative minded, but most of all, that she knows that you exist and are the source of every thing that happens in both her life and mine”
(That seems to be an odd request, but to be honest, I’m flattered... Request Granted!)
Okay, now back to our story about the juggler who is technically a farmer, because that is how he survives, but whatever… He identifies more with being a juggler!
So the juggler, noticing the cow’s interest in his juggling, decided it must be more intelligent than the rest of the cows. Maybe it even thinks, and has feelings. I cant keep this cow with the same ones that will end up on my dinner plate! “No, this one is special and I shall let it roam where it pleases, even in my own home, because… Holy cow! It just has to be a holy cow!” I’ve heard people send prayers to this cow every time they got surprised or were in awe at something. And to think this cow is in my very own farm!” the juggler thought to himself. So he let the cow out and it began to roam. Soon it left the whole farm area, and the juggler not wanting to interfere with a holy cow’s journey, decided perhaps it was time he go on one himself. So he followed the cow, all the way past the wild pastures, all the way to a seemingly deserted road. Then the cow stopped. So the juggler stopped too, and watched. He watched as every once in a while a car would drive by and stare at him and his cow. Some seemed amused, some seemed perplexed, others simply stared right back at the road, without ever changing their facial expression. The juggler began to wave at any car he would see pass by and see who would wave back. Only one out of perhaps four did, and that reminded him why he preferred the company of animals. Until one woman passed by in a truck, she slowed down, smiled at him and gave him a subtle wave, before she sped back up and was on her way. She had beautiful long dark hair that blew with the wind and although he only saw her for a few seconds, he could see her eyes. They were gorgeous and seemed to be like a wildly beautiful kaleidoscope with a spectrum going from green to brown. He hoped he would see her again. “But what are the odds of that happening, she will probably be miles away in just a few hours” he thought.
So he decided to go back home to his farm and wonder what life would be like if she had just stopped her truck that day and hung around with him. THE END
“What? Nooo! Booooooo!, this story sucks!”
(Hey give me a break, I’m tired of writing, its already fourty five minutes since I began, and I had only planned on writing for 15mns)
“Yeah but you cant just end it this, way. You promised me! You... You said you understand! Besides you didn’t even use the word 'mirror' yet, the story cant be over!”
(Okay…)
And the juggler picked up a mirror on his way back to his farm. The End
“You know what, you are a heartless narrator”
(That kind of made me feel bad… Hey look, I’m not heartless, I just am busy and cant go on writing now… I’ll… I’ll finish writing about your story some other time, how’s that?)
“I don’t believe you will, but I guess I can only hope”
(No really, I’ll keep you in mind. Lets call you… Maxim. No, Max… just Max. See, I couldn’t forget about a character I gave a name to, could I?)

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