Scott Reid swore as he tripped over the chalkboard sign. Gusts of wind were howling out of the North tonight, letting everyone know that winter still had some bite in it yet, and casually making Scott’s life miserable. He hadn’t grabbed his coat on the way out and, as a consequence, he was bloody frozen. Now, the wind had conspired to knock this sign over for him to trip over in the darkness. The sign announced “Quiz Night!” to the sky. Scott kicked it out of his way, only slightly hurting his foot, his mood unimproved by the new intelligence that the pub he was going into was having a quiz night.
January 27, 2010
Gestation Frustration
It should have been easy. I should keep reminding myself that that is a bad sign.
I’d been talking with a friend, and I forget all the details or how this came about, but there was a pub and there was a pub quiz involved. We got to the point where we were saying, “Yeah, and you’d probably pull out a shotgun and start killing people. Haha!” It struck me, then, that there was the germ of a story here: girl goes ballistic at a pub quiz and starts shooting people. I said, “This sounds like the beginnings of a story here,” and that was it, I was committed to it. (more…)
January 23, 2010
Dream A Little Dream
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I wake up with a jerk and grope for the ‘OK’ button on my phone to silence the alarm. Six thirty.
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I wake up with a jerk and grope for the ‘OK’ button on my phone to silence the alarm. Six thirty. I groan at the earliness. It’s inhuman to be awake at this hour. (more…)