My White Knight
" As knights in shining armour on white chargers go, mine seems to be the lowest of pages clad in a rusty tin can, and rides a black donkey. Okay, okay. Maybe that's not quite fair. Maybe my knight hasn't gotten here yet, and all I've run into is his advance entourage. Maybe I just need to be a little more patient. But if this is the case, then what it means is my knight is hopelessly, irrevocably and forever lost in the forest. Probably fell asleep astride his horse, got the reins tangled in a thicket, and hasn't been able to extricate himself yet. Now there's a comforting thought." ~ excerpt from my latest attempt at novel-writing, "My White Knight".