Holy Mo! All NaNoWriMo and only two drabbles?

He was happy with the final draft, simple but inspired, concise and incisive, each point made was authoritative. He tried to fit all into one Drabble, but made do with two parts.

The exercise had been worthwhile doing, even though painfully lonely, shutting himself off from his whole tribe for so long.

Formatting for self-publishing was laborious, as cumbersome as carving in stone could be, but he hoped friends would share through multimedia. He wondered if a pseudonym would carry more weight? Yes it would!

I know, he thought, how about: "The Ten Commandments" by God?

Perfect, thought Moses.