Time Catcher

Recently, I drove to Boca Raton, about a 40 minute drive, with a friend to a yoga class that I take about twice a month. En route, I talked about my novel, Time Catcher, that has been circulating among publishers for months. I mentioned that I was worried because it deals with 2012 so it needs to sell soon...or it might not sell at all, unless it undergoes a major rewrite.

During the class, I also started thinking that I was reaching the end of my time going to this studio. I've taken classes with this particular teacher for about 11 years. It's very challenging yoga and I'm about 25 years older than the average student. It's not that I can't handle the class anymore, but there's now a studio much closer to home, which also has good teachers.

So near the end of the class, we did handstands and the instructor asked us to hold it for ten breaths before coming down. I could only stay up for a couple of breaths in the middle of the room, so after a couple of tries I went to the wall. Up I went, my toes lightly touching the wall, or so I thought. After a breath or two, I felt something coming down between my legs. I quickly closed my thighs, catching it, lodging it against my groin. It was about the size of a plate, but I had no idea what it was.

I kept holding it and breathing. Finally, after nine or ten breaths, the instructor's assistant snatched it away, and I came down. That's when I discovered that I'd been holding the wall clock! I must have knocked it loose when my feet hit the wall, and moments later, it fell.

I continued on with the class, but a short time later I realized I'd created a double synchronicity from a handstand. Time Catcher! Get it? The book and the studio. Tick...tick...tick.
Rob
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