Let's write a story
[I should really be reading more; my writing skills have simply fallen to pieces since last I did this sort of thing. Oh well - I'll leave it up to y'all to improve upon it. Just click on "comments" and author the next installment. Ready, set, go!]
The day was blistering hot. One of those days when it seems the breeze, while running late to an appointment, was yanked into a dark alley and bopped on the noggin, and it would be a week at least in coming to. But nevertheless, it was going to be a good day. I could feel it.
I sank lazily back into my chair and reflected on my position. I'd beat a quick retreat from the city not three weeks ago in search of a bit of solace. The clatter, the crowds, the creditors - they were all behind me now, and I could again turn my attention to my manuscript. Just four more chapters and I'd be on easy street.
And, I assure you, on easy street I would be. This one was a gold mine, a veritable zinger. It had it all - the snappy wit, the bristling suspense, the smarmy romance, the smart humor... It was, in short, hot stuff, and I knew it. All I needed was a few more weeks of quiet writing to complete my masterpiece.
And then the telephone rang.
The day was blistering hot. One of those days when it seems the breeze, while running late to an appointment, was yanked into a dark alley and bopped on the noggin, and it would be a week at least in coming to. But nevertheless, it was going to be a good day. I could feel it.
I sank lazily back into my chair and reflected on my position. I'd beat a quick retreat from the city not three weeks ago in search of a bit of solace. The clatter, the crowds, the creditors - they were all behind me now, and I could again turn my attention to my manuscript. Just four more chapters and I'd be on easy street.
And, I assure you, on easy street I would be. This one was a gold mine, a veritable zinger. It had it all - the snappy wit, the bristling suspense, the smarmy romance, the smart humor... It was, in short, hot stuff, and I knew it. All I needed was a few more weeks of quiet writing to complete my masterpiece.
And then the telephone rang.