The Albatros that follows me around
Potentially for the entrity of my life
Where every time I think I finish a story
Another plot crops up
Another character
Another scene
Meaning I just write and write and write and so on and on and on until the day I die leaving millions of words behind
Cursing generations of my kin to pick up the pen in a attempt to add to, or finish, or make sense of my work
One day a chosen one might be born to stop the cycle
Maybe many many eons from now
Stories 