Working while you wait
Miss D had surgery on her shoulder this morning. Everything went well. She looked like hell (sorry kido, but you looked like death warmed over) when she came out from under the knife. She went home to bed and was doing fine when I talked to Bird this evening.
I went home, fed the baby and crashed myself.
I never really know where story ideas come from. Some just pop into my head fully developed. Others come in brief flashes or a few sentences and demand I flesh them out from there.
While sitting in the waiting room one of those, nearly, fully developed stories hit me out of nowhere. I’m not entirely certain where it is going –to Earth I think- but I do love the beginning.
I got 10 pages hand-written. For some unknown reason I didn’t take Dora with me. I’m about to type those pages and maybe finish the first draft before I crash again.
Oh yeah, saw an ad for the following contest while I was there:
Good Housekeeping’s Short Story Contest
Deadline: All entries must be received by September 15, 2009.
