My morning tales are positively dripping from my pen! I am so happy. My main problem as a writer is finding ideas so it looks as though I've conquered that obstacle. Now, just from a sentence, the words just come and a (usually dark and sad) tale emerges. To be sure, they are just rough and need plenty of tweaking, but at least now I have things to work on and polish up and hopefully publish at some stage.
I wonder if it is just me whose brain is connected to a pen. If I try to type - nothing ever happens but put a pen in my hand, it just flows and the characters almost write themselves. This is what happens with my novel. My main character is so real to me (he lives in my head!) that he dictates how he is going to react to the situations I put him in. It's like magic. I wish this gift would make me some money soon though!
The teenager saga of the early hours of this morning went from bad to worse. Four more turned up at about 1.30 am and created noise and mayhem. They left at 2 am, just as I was descending the stairs to be really brave and chuck them out. The lad informed me that one of the girls had had too much to drink (not in my house, thankfully) and had vomited outside my front door! I then spent the next ten minutes swilling down the pavement with buckets of water to clear the resultant mess. Just what you want to be doing at at 2 o'clock in the morning! I guess there's probably a short story in that too!
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