Attack of the story
Yesterday morning I woke with a dream still intact and aching to have the story told.
I thought about it most of the day -- I had a lot of time riding in the car and sitting in waiting rooms.
Last night I wrote about 500 words. Not sure if I have enough material for a full book or merely a piece of short fiction. The darned story kept me awake most of last night too, working out the details. Whose a good guy, whose not. I think I even have a glimmer of a theme.
So guess what I'm doing today when I finish all the life details that must be attended to today?
Who knows I may put off all that pesky stuff and do the work I was born to do.
I thought about it most of the day -- I had a lot of time riding in the car and sitting in waiting rooms.
Last night I wrote about 500 words. Not sure if I have enough material for a full book or merely a piece of short fiction. The darned story kept me awake most of last night too, working out the details. Whose a good guy, whose not. I think I even have a glimmer of a theme.
So guess what I'm doing today when I finish all the life details that must be attended to today?
Who knows I may put off all that pesky stuff and do the work I was born to do.